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Thursday, April 17, 2014

4/4

I am really bad with dates, so, when we decided to get married we chose an easy date to remember that fell on a Friday. 16 years ago that date was 4/4. 

This morning while making breakfast, Franco came to the kitchen and gave me a loving kiss with eyes that looked like they belonged to a missing dog who wanted to be adopted. So of course, I looked back at him with suspicion. 

Franco: we might as well just got married on any date, babe!

Ooopsss...even with such meticulous date selection process, I still forget!

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