The two of us... (not a single picture together, have to work on that.)
The fruits... (a chilly day of fresh air at the park.)
The dinner... (mexican carry-out for just the grown-ups, yum.)
The gift... (at last.)
Bliss...
Thirteen years of blessings.
I pray for many, many more.
I love you, Mr. Smith.
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