7 years this month. The . . . 22nd (I always forget if t was the 21st or 22nd. it's the 22nd).
In honor of this massive accomplishment, let's do a month of us. Not you and me, me and James.
Conference Camping 2003. Happy to find ourselves back together after a summer apart (he rainstorm watching in Michigan, me tan and life guarding in California). The height of happiness.
We'd slipped away to chat alone, which is a sure sign of early love. Watch out for that at parties.