Earlier this month was the anniversary of the day I met my husband, 22 years ago.
For what ever reason, he ALWAYS remembers this. And for what ever reason, I SOMETIMES remember.
This year, I remembered on the DAY OF, but there he was one step ahead of me, with a lovely greeting card that melted my heart yet again.
This is not a perfect guy. I could list fault after fault (just like he could put fault after fault on a list about me). But he remembers THE DAY WE MET.
Is that cool, or what? :)
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