All of these lines across my face - tell you the story of who I am - so many stories of where I've been - and how I got to where I am - but these stories don't mean anything - when you've got no one to tell them to - it's true - I was made for you. B. Carlile
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Not sure why...
...but one day I looked down at something as simple as our toothbrushes, and I was very thankful to be married to my best friend.
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