Every year when graduation rolls around I think back to that night in 1998 when I walked across the stage. Not really because I graduated (that was cool) but because it was the night my husband and I had our first kiss. Our courtship in it's entirety is documented here: How I Met Your Father .
Ahh, the memories...
Friday, May 27, 2011
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