And what she wouldn’t give to have those legs again.
Happy anniversary, Eric. Ten years, and it still feels like it was yesterday that we were standing in the back room of the church, and our friends were lying to me, telling me that yes, of course, all five members of the wind quintet were present and accounted for. (Reassured, I didn’t even notice until the recessional that the oboist never made it. Priorities…)
I love you, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat!