Throwback Thursday

My husband, Aaron and I met the summer after I graduated highschool. We were both 17, and we met when I showed up at his doorstep with a bunch of mutual friends to go swimming.

The rest is history.

How the heck he puts up with me I don’t think I will ever understand. I do know that I love him even when he leaves his dirty socks on the floor….. but maybe not so much when he farts on me in his sleep.




Us the summer we met.
Aren’t we cute? Look at me with my lovely blonde mermaid hair-free of spit up and cheerios. I also probably got to sleep in until noon.


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