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I never imagined myself marrying a younger man. (For a lot of years I never imagined myself getting married but that’s a story for a different day.) Boys mature so much slower than girls. Why would I want to be with someone younger than me? Then I met Bob. Granted the very first picture I saw of him I thought he was fifteen and not twenty-five. My initial instinct was to panic—he’s three years younger… Keep reading…Twenty-Eight…
30 Days of Blogging… Day 9: A Photo You Took… I took this picture of Bob on our wedding day. It was just the two of us in the garden before everyone else arrived. We were walking around and I was taking pictures of the garden. He wasn’t paying attention and I snapped this picture. I didn’t put much effort into the composition but I just really like the way it turned out. Probably because… Keep reading…30 Days of Blogging…Day 9…