Memory Maker

I can only hope that forty years from now as we are sitting in our matching recliners, Josh will look over at me and ask, "Remember that night when we walked to dinner downtown and it poured down on us the second we started walking home?"

Ahhh..the things we do to have a meal of uninterupted adult conversation, no crying, and the ability to eat with TWO hands.

Love you, my baby daddy. This is what memories are made of.