Thursday, June 10, 2010

Our Hands Fit Perfectly

14 years ago, I met my husband. He was 17, I was 14. He told me within moments of meeting me that he would marry me. I told him he was nuts. Yet, here we are 14 years later, married, with two kiddos, finally living the dream we held onto all those years. The first time we held hands, he said to me, "Look, our hands fit perfectly. It's fate." This is the story of us and our family.

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