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  • When the Cookies Come the Day before Your Anniversary

    We are celebrating four years. Four years of life together, of life shared between two hearts under one roof. Life filled with margaritas on Thursday nights and fights over the single sink in our master bathroom (still). Texts throughout the day about cars and songs and troubles. Hugs in the kitchen that can’t last long enough and quick kisses as we squeeze past each other in the laundry room on the way out the door. Arms that grow numb holding babies that won’t fall asleep, and the knowing nod from across the room that we’re doing ok in spite of it all. Meals shared across the table, in the living room, on the floor, on boxes, in front of the T.V., outside in lawn chairs and in the bed of your truck.