8 years.
He makes me happy.
He makes me crazy.
He makes me laugh.
He holds me when I cry.
He knows the true inner me and still loves me.
He has beautiful hair and pretty eyes.
He loves our children.
I trust him.
I'm grateful for him.
I love him.
This was taken March 25th, 2002.
The day he was set apart to be a missionary.
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