17 years ago tonight David and I were married at the Boathouse in Central Park. It was freezing cold outside but inside there was an abundance of love and warmth. 17 years later we stand in a place we would not have imagined 17 years ago, but in a way we stand in a better place. We’ve held each other's hands through grief, laughed one million times, and shared that feeling of an almost painful love while watching our baby sleep.17 years later we live under separate roofs but we live in the same house. Our rooms are filled with an abundance of love and warmth; we still hold hands and we still laugh. We are unidentifiable to most and perplexing to some, but we belong to us, only us.
Happy Anniversary David, I love you.
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