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Anniversary

I know we are a stunning couple but you should have seen us 18 years ago. For one thing, I had fluffier bangs and wore a fashionable big white bow on my butt. Mr. Taylor looks pretty much the same except his hair has lost some of its body. I would have scanned a picture of us looking like we are 15 and looking starry-eyed and dreaming of how our marriage would be THE marriage everybody envied, but scanning is so retro.

Or I don't know how to use the scanner for much more than an expensive paperweight.

And so you get this picture of us on our 18th anniversary. Be grateful this is post pregnancy, stretch pants, extra large sweatshirt, Friends' Rachel haircut (season 2). We're just middle aged people who have joined the masses of other middle aged people who discover that marriage is work, parenting is hard, and beauty fades.

I can't think of anybody else I'd rather spend my life with.

Happy Anniversary.

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  1. Happy anniversary! You are such a cute couple.

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  2. Happy anniversary!

    I think you two look pretty good there, despite the years and the kids and the hard work, and the fading beauty...you may be the only person I know who took the realistic route on the whole marriage thing on an anniversary...love it.

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  3. Happy Anniversary! I love your tribute to him (tell him I said hi)!

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  4. Happy Anniversary.
    I think you both look great!

    It's been 16 for me and I may have had a bow or something. All I know is that I'm sure I couldn't even get the dress over my thigh now!

    I just ran into your site and I'm hooked!

    Thanks,
    Laura

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  5. You ARE a cute couple.

    Happy Love Day!

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  6. Congrats...I just made 10 and you are right, it's hard work! But it's worth it.

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  7. 18 years WOOOHOOOO!

    That is awesome!

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  8. 18 is amazing. Congrats!
    (I'm sure you could still rock the butt bow.)

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