That moment when you read a cluster a words that you’d written a long time ago and smile because they’ve finally come true.

‘I can’t wait to hear the doorbell ring and know that it’s you. For the toot of your car horn to be the signal of the commencement of our adventures, to have private jokes and ‘be there’ moments and stories containing ‘we’ at the start, in the middle and at the end. We, we, we all the way home, all the way forever.’

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