"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"

My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.


Friday, July 2, 2010






You did. I used to be different. Braver, smarter, funnier. I used to be different. Sadder. Angrier. Bitter. I had my heart broken and then you listened to my heart, you listened to my dreams and all my endless ramblings. I'm kinda thinking there might be something here. I can't wait to meet you for real.

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