I like him. That's the good news. The better news? My husband likes him. Oh, and she loves him so, you know, that's a bonus too. My daughter is engaged. He's a real prince and let me tell you, she kissed a lot of frogs to find him (more about some of them later). From where I sit it's almost enough to make me believe in soul mates and happy endings and happily ever afters... oh, how I want to. But having just celebrated a twenty-seventh anniversary I know it's likely to be a lot of hard work in between the magic. Let's don't think about all that today, though. Today let's think about sunsets and endless possibilities and a fresh start with an entire lifetime ahead to get it right. (Humor me just this once.)
On a related note: Do I, The Housewife, promise to have and to hold my blog keeping it from becoming an all wedding all the time borefest, keeping myself (mainly) to the regular snarky commentaries and forsaking the temptation to vent every nuptial related decision, as long as me and my blog shall live?
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