9 years ago tonight, we were driving off in a red jeep with “Just Married” painted across the back.
It felt like magic when I introduced him as “my husband” for the very first time.
9 years later, we’re about to drive away again (and I seriously can’t wait).
Happy Anniversary, Tim. (He hates the term “hubby” so I never call him that). You still captivate me.
P.S. I’m in the market for a new pair of jeans. That pair is atrocious. What brand of denim is your fave?