In thirty-five years of marriage, there are many memories. Some stand the test of time. I can still see John’s face the first time I moved an arm’s length of dresses into his closet. He just stood there and looked at them with excitement and a tad of bewilderment. He’s an only child and had never shared a closet with anyone; it was a big moment for both of us.
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