We keep it hot around here. Little texts throughout the day to let each other know, “I care. I miss you. Wish you were here.” 8 years and it’s still so easy to send a simple message of how much we still need each other. And? It shows. Oh – you’re welcome.
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Peek in my purse.
I’ve always wanted to do a post like this, every time I see one I think, “I have to remember to do this sometime.” And today I emptied my purse to clean it, remembered, and grabbed a photo thanks to Instagram.
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A month of mess
Today is Sam’s last day of work. In just a few hours he’ll be off and home. Home till he leaves for the Army. Home… for a MONTH. Now, this is going to sound awful. Because you’d think with him being gone for 4 months, I’d be jumping up and down at the thought of…