Dear New Husband,
I am officially an MBA, intramural basketball widow. Sob sob sob!!
But not really, because both of those things are important. You know how I get right before I leave for trips - that time is fleeting and we will never get to spend time together ever again. You know how the drill works.
However, I did enjoy tonight as I lugged out the computer I had all through college and for my first year with our organization. It was bitter sweet; sweet looking through old songs, pictures, memories. Bitter because I want my 18-year-old metabolism back.
Thankful for the road that lay behind us, and the road we don't even see yet.
I love you,
Your New Wife.
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