Ahhh.. There is nothing like fireworks and a fun celebration for your husband’s best friend to remind you that five years ago, the guy who is now your husband, convinced you it was a good idea for him to hoist you through said friends window (ie: break into their house) so he could get his things and shack up with you (because obviously he was that in to you). J and J still continue to offer us the “love seat” that cushioned my fall, and that Mo and I would be sitting on (me on his lap to keep it classy) when J and J walked in. And I met them for the first time. It is a wonder any of Mo’s and my friends invite us anywhere.
Oh the 4th. Such happy memories. So many things to be thankful for. And very happy for five years of memories pretty much on par with this first one.
