Brian and me -- our apartment, 1994Brian and I met during the Fall of 1993 -- 16 years ago. He was 22, just out of college. I had barely turned 24. Within four months of knowing each other, I was packing up my apartment in Milwaukee, and moving to Chicago. I never looked back. We got married nearly six years later, on September 10, 1999. And, I've got to say, things have worked out pretty well. In fact, I couldn't be happier. Happy Anniversary, Brian!
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Holy guacamole! THOSE OVERALLS. (do you still have those?) And you weren't kidding about THAT HAIR! ... Happy anniversary you two rascals!
Oh my Ang. The overalls...the hair (both of you)...the rumpled state of cool...oh I am flashing back! What a beautiful life you share!
I never lie ...
God grief, has it really been that long?! I remember your apartment in Milwaukee... you at our wedding (pre-Brian)... your dad and the long-hair comments (I always liked Brian's hair)... so long ago, so far away. We were so young.
Congrats you two! Here's to many more.
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