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The Anniversary Photo

John jokes that when I die, he will have no pictures of me.  I HATE to have my picture taken unless I've had my hair done, and I'm skinny (which is basically never).  Hence, the photos of me are few and far between.

I give him one day.  Our anniversary.  He always takes the day off, and after exercising in the morning, we get showered and head out to take our picture.  I wanted to take it in a different place today (than in our front yard), but the weather is blustery, cold and overcast.  This was more of a kamikaze photo shoot, and by the end, after falling over down a hill, it ended in laughing and running inside to warm up.



As I was setting up the camera, I couldn't help but see how handsome my honey is.  I swear, aside from "growing" a bit, he looks the same as when I first met him.  His legs are still legs of steel, he still has hair on his head (which he likes to point out), and he's a man-dawg (to quote Mark).  Anyway, I had to sneak a photo of him in too.


Happy Anniversary to us!

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  1. Happy happy day to you both! You look fantastic!

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  2. And the beautiful thing? You still have an eternity of years together! Love you both!

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