These photos span a decade.

20120703-215945.jpgHis eyes are lit up in the first picture; they were brighter then.

Everything was brighter then.

But in both pictures, I am pressed against him.  He’s pulling me in.

We are bookends, holding so much between us.

Beginning, end, with a beautiful story: before, during, and after.


I love you, babe.  I hope there are fireworks where you are tonight.

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