
"Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know
that I missed you so, so bad"
As
a surprise for our 8-yr anniversary, Jason made arrangements for the
kid's care and whisked me off to Munich for the weekend. As he pushed
the accelerator, I thought about the fact that eight years may seem like
peanuts to many married couples who are well up in the double digits.
My eight, are like a good cup of coffee, a perfect taste of tiramisu, the first sip of a rich red wine that has been breathing, the quite slow dance in the living room, the squeeze of my hand, feeling safe when life goes a little scary, and most of all still enjoying our time together...especially when it involves being whisked away from everything but him. Before you came into my life, I had the coffee, tiramisu, and wine, but I missed you so, so bad.
My eight, are like a good cup of coffee, a perfect taste of tiramisu, the first sip of a rich red wine that has been breathing, the quite slow dance in the living room, the squeeze of my hand, feeling safe when life goes a little scary, and most of all still enjoying our time together...especially when it involves being whisked away from everything but him. Before you came into my life, I had the coffee, tiramisu, and wine, but I missed you so, so bad.
Bocce Ball.... |

Look closely |

"Stadt Lessen" city reading complete with bean bags |
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Ironic how many bachelor parties we saw...He popped into our picture in a snap! |
Congratulations on 8 years!!! You two look great and you totally deserve a great weekend together! love,m:)
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