The freeing being that marriage is. Especially when you marry your best friend. My late-aunt told me, over 20 years ago, “Marry your best friend.” Well, here I am. Married.As.FUCK. And I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t feel more free. We finish each other’s sentences, and often. And not in a corny way. Well, not…
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Now…
To Paris….. ♥️
morning-ing journaling
8:57 AM Windsor…. Been a while since I’ve written in this spot on a Saturday. Emma and Henry up, Jack here later, much later. Emma with a game, and the day is structured. Latte singing to me. Didn’t work last night as desired, and I’m more than at peace with it. Wanted all the time…