Ten years ago, I went to a St. Patty Day's party. It was a small group dinner where the girls' group got together with the guys' group. We ate on a high porch overlooking a golf course and mountains and a sunset. I met someone new that night who had red hair, broad shoulders, and didn't say much at all.
We didn't start dating then. We became friends first, not knowing what was in store for us. Today and every St Patty's Day we talk about that dinner. We ask each other, "what did you think of me?" Neither one of us could have imagined our life like it is today.
Sweet story. And that is a fabulous family photo. It's so natural and happy-without-trying-too-hard.
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