It took a few minutes to sink in, but when the woman working at the counter where I bought Steve’s anniversary gift said, “Wow! This is the second one of these I have sold today!” I realized that I KNEW who that other person was. Sad. Just sad. This is what knowing someone for over half your life gets you. We have officially begun sharing a brain, and are just one step away from wearing matching outfits.
6 years of marriage, 9 years of cohabitation and 20 years of knowing someone: priceless.
A Trip Down Memory Lane
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