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Cannot wait to marry the man of my dreams

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What’s popping, you ask? Why, it’s my joints.

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Peony from Japanese Meiji Era Sketchbook

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(2/2) “He hates when I tell this story. But he saw me for the first time in Home Depot, and he was way too afraid to talk to me. So he got my name from a friend and sent me a message on social media. We got pregnant one year after we met. Fabian did everything for the baby: every meal, every feeding, every bath. And you can absolutely tell. Their connection is undeniable. Just the way he looks at her. So much awe and love. The exact same way he looked at her on the day she was born. He has a James Earl Jones style of parenting. I’m always so high-pitched and chirpy, but he’s smooth and monotone and deep. In the weeks after my cancer diagnosis, I kept noticing that he’d sit in his car after pulling into the driveway. I’d hear the music turn off. But he’d take several minutes to come inside. So one day I walked out there and found him crying and praying. He was trying to get it all out so he could be strong when he came inside. I have girlfriends that question how their husbands feel about them. But I never do. Never have. Because he lets me know every day. He calls me every single lunch break. And he still looks at me the exact same way that he did when we walked down the aisle.”