One Year Ago

This might be hard to believe, but I don't like reading stories online.

But, I wrapped myself in a comfy blanket, had a nice cup of tea, and started reading your submission. Then I read the next one. And the next one.

...

And the next one (I had to make another cup of tea at this point).

You're a very talented writer, and your feelings definitely show through in your work. I definitely had goosebumps (still do).

:rose:

Ally, thank you so much for your kind comment. And thanks to everyone else who has done me the honor of reading what Ive written.
 
When are you getting married? and why haven't I received an invite yet? And where are you registered for wedding presents?
 
Lack of gas money and a government-issued anklet won't allow the Q-#### contingency to attend.
 
The wedding is August 18.


If we invite you, will Que crash it?

Well you know #HeFollowsMeEverywhere, but I promise I'll keep him in line (My neighbor has a shock collar that will handle dogs up to a 140 pounds, should be more than enough to handle his dimunitive frame).

Seriously, if you ARE registered somewhere, I'd like to send you a gift. PM me the registry deets?
 
Well you know #HeFollowsMeEverywhere, but I promise I'll keep him in line (My neighbor has a shock collar that will handle dogs up to a 140 pounds, should be more than enough to handle his dimunitive frame).

Seriously, if you ARE registered somewhere, I'd like to send you a gift. PM me the registry deets?

That's really a wonderful thought, thank you.

We did not set up a registry. When we set out to do so, we started a list of things to put on it, but we realized that we were struggling to think of things, and coming up with ideas for things we really didn't want or need. And a lot of our family and friends are low income, and it didn't seem right.

I probably won't be posting again for a couple of weeks. I want to say thank you yet again to everyone here who has been so kind and supportive to me over the last year or so. Love to you all.


I could hear the day's first birdsong, and from up the stairs, the soft sleeping sounds of a man who loved me. I sat for a long time and watched, as the sun sparkled through the trees and then rose to illuminate the houses and the cars, the lawns and the flowerbeds, and the world filled with color.
 
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