I can’t even believe it. TEN YEARS ago today, my husband and I shared our first kiss. We were babies then, college sophomores and intermediate photography classmates. He finally worked up the nerve to kiss me with the help of Kentucky’s finest moonshine, the night before we left for winter break.
I won’t pretend the the past ten years have been all liquor and romance. But with Thanksgiving just two days away, man oh man am I thankful for you, Sean Stone. Here’s to the best husband, father, and partner in life a girl could ever hope for. Cheers to a decade (and many more) of moonshinaversaries!
PS: This is also a test to see how often you actually read my blog
Photo credit: Inna Spivakova of peach plum pear