Wow…Two anniversaries in one month celebrated!

Before I knew it—I clicked on this blog today (my blog—this one you are reading) and realized that I started this And 2 Makes Crazy blogging journey basically two years ago this month!  Wee!  What fun.

And it all began with these first two posts and pictures (click on the highlighted for the post):

And My Husband Made Me Cry


My Husband Had a Combover, and I Almost Didn’t Date Him

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So, I decided to see what were the three most viewed photos and posts from the three calendar years of my blogging.

Confusing anyone?! (I started the Blog August 2013…So to date with 3 calendar years:  August 2013, 2014, 2015).

Here you go!  It was a fun stroll down memory lane for me.

Oh—side note—my hubby and I just celebrated (a month early) our 15th anniversary.  YEA FOR US!  If you have followed And 2 Makes Crazy for any period of time, you will know this is a victory.  Because if there is anything that can be said about this blog—it’s that we are honest.  Our marriage from 2012 and after was a real struggle for me.  A lot went into it—and a lot of God’s grace got us through it.

So, happy 15 to us—Brooke and Richard.  I honestly can say that I am SO happy we plowed through the down days and have made it to the other side of our rainbow.  I pray, if you are struggling, that you will keep your head down and your back strong and allow God to pull you through, too!

Anyhow—Before I get to the top 3 photos; blogs read; and clicks outside of And 2 Makes crazy, I want to remind you that you can LIKE And 2 Makes Crazy on Facebook (Yea!) or simply my personal Facebook page and also Follow Me on Instagram, Pinterest, YouTube, and Twitter!  I am not a frequent Tweeter, Pinterest-er, YouTuber, or Instagramer—but I’d love to have you along for the journey anyway!

Also, if you want to walk down memory’s lane for last year’s anniversary surprise my husband had for me, I invite you to read here: Happy Anniversary Hot Stuff

And here:The Takeoff.  Getting out of your comfort zone (and the video to boot!)

Okay—2 years of And 2 Makes Crazy blogging fun!

Most viewed photos for the three Augusts (2013, 14, 15):

1. When we were merely a family of 4

2.  The flying contraption

3.  The nursing momma

 Most read blog posts:

  1. I don’t love Jesus.  Can we still be friends?
  2. How to be a good wife
  3. I broke my bra.  The saga of nursing in America.

Most outside of And 2 Makes Crazy clicks:

  1. Porn is a threat to children (Mail Online)
  2. 7 Crippling Parenting Behaviors That Keep Children From Growing Into Leaders (Forbes)
  3. Poland for Kids:  Poznan and Gniezno (Kid World Citizen)

Once again—Happy double anniversary!

One for the blog—that I have immensely enjoyed writing over the last two years (even though the last year was more sporadic).

Two for 15 years of being married to the man that continues to live in my dreams, Richie!

I wish you all a great end-of-August, and always a great abundance of God’s grace and mercy in your lives as well.

xo b

(Here’s a flashback of me and the Mr.  My better half of Crazy)


Happy 14th Anniversary, Hot Stuff!


So, today, my husband said, “Tonight I am going to kidnap you and the kids and take you somewhere for our anniversary. Be ready to leave the house at 5pm sharp!”

Those were his instructions. As well as: wear shoes, be comfortable, pack snacks, and go to the bathroom before we leave.

I was certain we were going to go mushroom hunting as a family—with someone Polish as our guide.

My husband even packed a couple knives to lead me down that scented direction.

Mushroom hunting? You may ask.

Yes. In Poland, they go mushroom hunting. But—and this is a big BUT…You have to be extremely careful and know what you are doing. You definitely DON’T want to eat the wrong mushroom. That could be some seriously bad news. Like not having a 15th wedding anniversary bad news.

And I kind-of like celebrating anniversaries. Especially hard-fought ones.

And I really like mushrooms.

And I am a very simple person to please. Seriously. Take me on a walk with my babies and my dogs down a dirt road and I am as happy as kid at a candy store.

He’s a lucky man (smile and wink).

So, at 5pm we were all ready to go.  But since I am never on time, we actually left at 5:15.

No one had a clue.  This especially bothered my daughter as she feels at 8 years of age that she has the right to knowledge on all things.  I wonder who she takes after?  Certainly not me.

Our car ride was filled with constant guessing where we were going and what Richie had planned.

Let’s just say, I had NO CLUE what he really had planned.  As the car slowed and turned left into what was a raceway, I got so excited!  Rich had planned for us to race each other.  AWESOME!  I did wonder who would watch our 3 kids while we would be circling the track all speedy and professional-like.  But I figured, heck!  The kids can watch themselves.  Richie is going DOWN!

My competitive blood was pumping and then…then we watched as the tracks were to our right and my husband turned to the left.  Toward a field.  With nothing.

No, wait.  There!  In the distance was a small speck of some people.  And a small vehicle.  And a parachute lying on the ground.

That’s when it hit me!  We wouldn’t be driving race cars on the ground, my husband was going to set me a-sail with a car and watch me fly off into the sunset on the eve of our anniversary—with another man!


Yes.  I started to freak out.  Now, it’s not that I haven’t always wanted to go up in one of these things.  In fact, we tried in Arizona.  I was, however, pregnant when I was suppose to fly in Arizona, so that was a no-go.  The problem is that I need quite a bit of mental prep time before I hop in some stranger’s flying contraption and soar about 1200-1500 feet in the air with him.  This nameless, qualified?, Group-On man…

But fly I did.  In a little contraption called something along the lines of a flying car.  I even had to flip the switch to start the engine.  I failed my first attempt as the motor sputtered and died.  I heard a sigh behind me.  I guess I am not the best co-pilot.  So he told me to do it again and hold the button down until the engine sputters to life.

And my pilot.  My pilot was a toothless wonder with mad skills.

The view.  Ah, yes.  The view.  I got to see the reflection of the setting sun in the lakes we flew over while observing that the forests appeared to be mere shrubbery.  I saw farm fields, tiny toy tractors, and many roofs of village-dwelling houses.

As we were taking off, however, the morbid thought of “I may die!” was screaming through my mind, so I made sure to wave happily at my kids and husband and with very exaggerated hand motions “I (point to eye) LOVE (cross hands to heart) YOU (point to my crew)!”  They got it.  Smiled big and pointed excitedly as momma took off across the field in the Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang flying car.

Weeee!  Happy anniversary to me.

Score, Richard.  No wonder I married this man.

Now I wonder, will next year he send me to the moon?

Forbes, Matt Walsh, Momastery—what do they all have in common? My blog!


And 2 Makes Crazy Celebrates 1 Year!

I have had a fun time looking through the stats this past week to summarize and celebrate And 2 Makes Crazy’s first year of blogging. Today I went back through and found the Top 10 most clicked on external links mentioned at some point in a blog posting here over the past year.

If you can remember which post the link is from, kudos! If not, perhaps you’ll want to click on their links anyway and have a read. I originally included them in a blog posting because I either enjoyed reading them myself or learned something valuable from them.

Let me know your thoughts or share a link you think I may also enjoy!

xo from here to there,


Top 10 Most Viewed External Links:

1.  Forbes: 7 Crippling Parenting Behaviors that Keep Children from Growing into Leaders

2.  Don’t Drink the Water:  Translated Travel Tips for Coming to America

3.  Experiment that convinced me that online porn is the most pernicious threat facing children today:  By ex-lads’ magazine editor Martin Daubney

4.  24 People Who Applied for the Toughest Job Were In for Quite a Surprise

5.  When Life Demands to See What You’re Made Of—Author and Life Coach Lisa Skabrat

6.  The Naked Truth XXX—Pastor and Speaker Chad Moore

7.  These kids say what they really think about mom, and her reaction.  Priceless.

8.  Your husband doesn’t have to earn your respect—Professional Blogger Matt Walsh

9.  Happy Hooligans

10.  Give Me Gratitude or Give Me Debt—Author and Blogger from Momastery, Glennon

Now…the following 5 did not make the Top 10 most clicked on external links, but I think that you should click on them anyway…

1.  EZ Spaces—my brother-in-law and sister’s business, a co-working place just for you!

2.  Polish Housewife—my fellow Poznanian-living, from Arizona, blogging friend.  And her recipes are divine!

3.  Bread of Life’s Christmas in the Square—Kalisz, the oldest city in Poland, has a beautiful Christmas village to raise funding for kids with cancer and other illnesses and disabilities.  We heart Team Bread of Life!

4.  Whit’s End Radio Programs (online and for free) for Children

5.  Why Miscarriage Matters When You’re Pro-Life

Top 10 pictures viewed on And 2 Makes Crazy over the past year…

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Well, this has been fun reliving the first year of the blog with top posts read (and my top 10 that didn’t make the top 10), top country readers, and now for top pictures viewed.

There were over 700 clicks on photos from the blog.  These were the top 10 pictures viewed from this past year.  I was surprised by a few.

Hope you enjoy a stroll down And 2 Makes Crazy’s year of photos on memory lane…

xoxo from here to there, b

Question of the day—do you recall to which blog posts these belong?

Top 10…Not these posts. But they are some of my favorites.


Over the last year, one of my favorite things about this blog was seeing all of the countries that were reading. There have been 97 countries. 97. It’s been a blast watching a new country pop up as a reader on varying days for varying posts. It was always interesting to see what posts drew which countries.

And, out of the countries, these are the Top 10 reading countries WordPress has recorded from this past year:

1. The United States
2. Poland
3. The United Kingdom
4. Canada
5. Italy
6. Australia
7. Germany
8. Norway
9. Taiwan
10. Sweden

Fun fact. Out of the Top 10 reading countries, I have actually been to 5 of them.

Now, these may not have been the most popular blog postings.  In fact, I don’t even know how many views they have, but they are a few of my favorites.

I hope that if you haven’t had a chance to read them yet, you will get a chance today.

In no particular, my Top 10 (of some of my favorites):

1. Children notice skin color,but it’s what we teach that matters:
2. Get Ready. Get Set. Get the Eggs:
3. Adelyne. That word says it all:
4. Raising a Bilingual Child:
5. A Copper Miner’s Wife:
6. Babcia Conned…Ouch:
7. I am a tiger that has earned her stripes.  Roar:
8.  Why you, Mommy, should surrender to your pirates:
9.  It takes a village.  Now would someone please help me pick up the pee:
10.  You may be the only Bible some will ever read:

If I could add an 11th of 12th—I would add one of my “Confessional Sunday or Monday” postings.  But you can search those in the top right corner of the blog.  Those were always fun to write, too.

Anyhow, I hope that you enjoy some of my picks from this past year of blogging.  I still can’t believe it has been a year.  Happy Blog-o-versary continues for And 2 Makes Crazy.  Yea!

xoxo from here to there,


I wore my winter jacket and beanie in September. Yes. Everyone stared.


We moved to Poland September 8, 2001. We moved from Arizona. We packed what we thought were warm clothes. Turns out, warm clothes from Arizona are merely “thick” t-shirts.

We arrived and were freezing our tails off.

Seriously. It was raining. It was cold.

The heat wouldn’t turn on in our flat because the city controlled the heat in our flat and it was not yet deemed “cold” enough by the city to turn on the heat.

I was an Arizona Desert Rat. Instead of melting, I was living in an ice box gathering ice crystals.

I will never forget how cold I was.

I was so cold, I convinced my husband that we must run out and buy warm jackets.

It wasn’t even technically warm jacket season. After all, it was only September. Little did I know how cold November, December, and so forth would get if I was cold in September, eh?! To me it was already like Siberia.

We were off.  We went to buy winter jackets.  I found one.  Floor length and brown.  And a brown scarf.  And a brown hat.  And brown gloves.

I went all out.

I tell you, I was cold.

And then we went out.  Literally.  Out.  In public.  For all to see.

I was wrapped from head to toe in my beanie, my gloves, my scarf.  You could barely see my eyes.  But, worse than any of that was my jacket.  My floor-length, brown, winter jacket.

I was so toasty warm.  And it was evening.  And we decided to walk to the city square.

Oh, tears are in my eyes right now recalling the numerous stares and mumblings we got as I walked around all wrapped like an Eskimo, yet technically still living in Polish summer.  So funny.

Ah…memories of when we first arrived in Poland.  And although I laugh now, I know then I was freezing.  To my bone freezing.

Oh, I forgot to mention how cold it was.

About 60+F (around 16C).

To a desert rat, 60F is akin to the North Pole.  And that is where I felt we lived.

Needless to say, my jacket and I really learned what cold was when actual winter hit.  And then I dreamed about the return of those “warm” Polish evenings.


I hope that there are folks still enjoying the attack of the mummy at their dinnertime conversation.

In any case, with time, I learned how to actually dress appropriately for the weather.  And eventually I learned that September was not the right time to run around in floor-length jackets, gloves, scarves, and beanies, with only your eyes peeking through.

But, even after all of these years in Poland, I am still that same desert rat, freezing and cold.  Just better adjusted for the weather.

Now, here are the TOP 10 most read posts this past year as And 2 Makes Crazy celebrates its one-year blog-o-versary.   If you haven’t read one of the following posts, I hope that you go on back and have a read.


xoxo from here to there,


(Top 10 from the entire blogging year in order of Most Read)

1.  I don’t love Jesus.  Can we still be friends?

2.  How to be a Good Wife.

3.  Knockdown, drag-out fight in Costco.  Today, I appreciate family!

4.  Marital Un-Bliss and Lack of Sleep had a devastating Effect on My Eyebrows.

5.  Belly Josephine.  And my Ada and Max.

6.  How to Keep the Romance Alive.  Or Kill It.  Your Hair May Choose.

7.  My Nose Ring was “Snot” a Good Idea.  And We Got a Puppy.

8.  Porn on Sunday.

9.  O-M-G, Christians, watch what you say.

10.  Hidden Bookshelves:  Poland.  And when we first arrived.

And because it is always interesting to see which one comes in 11th…

11.  Raising a Nutty Kid.



People are more important than buses.


The other day we were a bit early to pick up Adelyne from school.  So we were outside letting Maxwell run around.  One of her former teachers came out and stopped to visit with us.  After about 10 minutes of conversation, a big, white bus drives off.  The teacher looks at it and said, “Oh, that was my bus.”

Richard and I were so sorry and told her so profusely.  You see, in our village the bus only comes once or twice an hour.

She looked at us and said, “It doesn’t matter.  I believe people are more important than buses.”

And we continued our conversation.

On the day of our 13th anniversary since we stepped foot in Poland, I would like to say this is one of the greatest lessons I have learned while living in Poland:  People.

People are the most important.

Thank you, Poland, for teaching us such truths.

1 John 4:7  Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.

Top 13 reasons why I am “Lucky” to be married to Rich. Happy anniversary, Baby!



Okay, so I don’t believe it’s luck.  Actually at all.

It’s God.  It’s grace and forgiveness.  And it’s a whole lotta fight!

But today, on two different continents, and 4 babies later (does a belly baby count?), we celebrate 13!

Happy September 30th, Baby!


So, my dear Richie…If I may, here are some of the Top 13 Memories I have with you.

Oh, and I am not going to include our engagement, wedding or children’s births…those are givens.

Starting at 13 and going toward number 1…

13.  Backpacking through Yosemite with you and being robbed of our food by bear cubs and THEN mama bear!

Remember what you and Brian did?  We were told, if a bear approaches, make noise, wave sticks in the air, and throw rocks.  Well…I am still pretty sure it was NOT a good idea to throw a rock at baby cub, knocking it out of the tree.  Mama came back—big and MAD!  None of us got great sleep that night, eh?  Good thing there were two of us couples to take night-watch shifts.

But, truly, the greatest memory from all of this was when the sun was rising and mama and her two cubs were crossing the horizon just in front of the sun merely hundreds of yards from us.  I have hardly, to this day, seen anything so beautiful.

12.  Going backpacking with you in the middle of November—straight up—switchbacks!  I was freezing cold.  My feet were tired.  And it was HARD!  Once we finally reached the top, you put up the tent and ditched me outside in the dark.  Alone.  And threw yourself in and went to sleep.  I was left organizing the packs and fending for myself.  Twas not what I thought my first year of marriage would be like 😉

But the funniest was on the way back down, in the SNOW (because of course it had to snow that night), when you told me to NOT step on the logs.  Yet I did.  And very ungracefully landed on my back.

You came to me and asked, “Are you hurt?”

Do you remember what I said, “Nope!  But my pride is.  And, well, maybe my bum, too.”

We had a good laugh all the way back down.  I still laugh today!

11.  Stinky Feet Jake.  He will always be one of my funniest and favorite memories of ALL times, married.  Remember how it started to pour as we were biking through Austria, so we headed high and decided to sleep on top of the wash?  Well, low and behold, another biker also got caught in the night.  Remember how Stinky Feet Jake only had a kid bike helmet and only rice to eat?  No salt.  Nothing.  So, we invited him to share our meal.  And then, because of the rain, we invited him to share our tent.

Do you still SMELL his feet when he took off his shoes and socks?  I thought we would die of “stink inhalation” that very night!

And the freakiest part was how he kept talking about the probability of being murdered on a wash in Austria that very night!

I am pretty sure you slept with your hand on your Leatherman.

He was the most interesting creature I have ever met…and I was GLAD when he took off the next day.  I do believe, however, it took us WEEKS to get rid of his “stinky feet”!

10.  Renting scooters with you in Corfu.  Actually, I am going to have to make memories 10 and 9 about Corfu, Greece!

Remember how we got the scooters for $10 for the ENTIRE day!  We scooted all over that island, in our bathing suits, stopping at different cliffs to jump off of, beaches to swim at, and then, oops, a Monastery.  Good thing they had wraps for people like us…a bit unprepared to enter a sanctuary!

When the rain started, remember how we were stuck on the side of the road when an older Greek gentleman invited us into his garage/apartment for cookies and coffee.  He didn’t speak a word of English…We not a word of Greek.  But, somehow, over cookies and coffee, no words were really needed.

We waited out the rain and had an absolute blast with our new Greek friend!

9.  YOU DANCING IN GREECE!  One of my all-time favorite memories of you was when you were called out on the dance floor at the show we were at in Greece!

First of all, you are extremely handsome.  But get you in front of an audience in Corfu, Greece, with Greek music playing—and you are not only FINE but QUITE THE ENTERTAINER!

They were showing you and the other participants how to dance with the table in your mouth.

I am going to go out on a limb and say they never suspected you were going to put that table in your mouth and take over the dance floor!  You had the crowd going wild.

The hosts for the evening lost control—but you were a hit!

I can still picture you twirling all Big Fat Greek Wedding style on the evening.  And you rocked!

Thanks for always being so much fun!

8.  Definitely one of my all time favs was swimming 5 months pregnant with the Manta Rays and you!  Feeding them was also a hoot.  Those Manta Rays would jump up on our legs like little dogs, all hungry and begging for food.  Remember how we had the entire place to ourselves because everyone else left to drink.  We just swam, and swam, and swam with these beautifully graceful creatures, stroking their slimy backs and in awe of how awesome they really were!

You already know I’m a huge animal lover…and so to be on this journey with you was awesome.  I’d swim with them daily if we lived in the Caribbean…Alas, God has planted us in Poland.  So, I guess now I’ll just swim with them in my sleep!

7.  Of course one of my favorite memories with you has to be on the SAME journey…5 months pregnant.  Except this time we’re snorkeling in the crystal blue waters.  And, oh, yes.  I was stung by a small jellyfish.  And yes, I was in pain!  But, you…You saw a lighthouse in the distance and insisted on still snorkeling.  After all, you were SURE you were going to find treasure!

On top of that, you said, “Stay near the boat!  They can help you if you get in trouble!”

And off you swam, leaving your pregnant, snorkeling wife all alone in the same water with the jellyfish that just stung her on the arm.

Again—not exactly what I expected my Prince Charming to do, much like the backpacking adventure.  But, I guess that is a huge part of marriage—realizing that fairytale and reality are two different things!

And, forevermore, I have a story to goad you about-leaving your pregnant, jellyfish-stung wife alone so you could go and find treasure.  You truly are unique (is that putting it mildly?).

6.  Singing a duet with you in church.  Was that brave or stupid?  And, without a doubt, I know the answer.   Stupid!  But, with you, I have already done so many crazy things that displaying my very out of tune, tone-deaf voice was just one other thing that I could now cross off of my bucket list of NEVER SHOULD HAVES…How you made it through the duet without laughing your head off, I’ll never know.  And how our lovely congregation made it through our song without either running out or busting up, is nothing short of a miracle itself!

Why I did it?  Who knows.  Put a microphone in my hand and I’ll pretty much do anything.

Wish it was in the era of digital recording because there are some days when I could REALLY use a great belly laugh.  And this moment of our marriage was one of the biggest of all times.

So thanks for going all Jesus SNL with me.  It probably seemed like a comedy skit—but I, with great intentions, sang my heart out.  With you.  For Jesus.

I’m not saying I made a joyful noise. It was probably not joyful.  And it was definitely noise.  But it was grand—because it was with you!

5.  Going to the train station with you for the first time to help serve the homeless an evening meal in Poznan, Poland.  You handed me the food and tea and said, “Wait outside!”  And then you disappeared.  Into the train station.  With your blue jacket and green beanie cap.

You emerged about 5 minutes later with 100 men and women behind you.  All hungry.  And all grateful you came.

I was stunned.  I knew you loved the other times you had been (I think 3 before I joined you), but now I understood why you went back.  Again.  And again.  And again.

And it was on this very night that I knew…the homeless had captured your heart.  And their spirits had captured your soul.

Compassion reigned and Bread of Life began.   That was 12 years ago this coming November.  12 years I would NEVER want to go back and erase.  12 years and 3 countries and over 28,000 served annually.

But that night, with your blue jacket and green beanie, will still be one of the most vibrant memories to me.  It was that night I saw how you put others before yourself and your heart expanded to include an entirely new family—strangers they were.  But family they became!

4.  I couldn’t include 13 years of marriage without reminding you of the time you nearly KILLED me in the air.  Yes.  I was brave, bold, and foolish enough to go up in the air with you, a new pilot, in a little tarp plane.  Something that was barely bigger than you and I combined.  And I have no affinity towards heights, air, or small planes.  Yet, because I was so proud of you, I went.  Up. Up.  Up.  And then you did it to me!  You planned my demise.  Because you let go of the controllers and you said, “Take over while I tie my shoes!”

I may have perhaps wet my pants a little on that trip (okay, exaggerating—but still).

I, in my very normal Brooke-nature, freaked out and probably called you crazy.  Perhaps a few other non-loving things, too.

I think you figured out rather quickly that your joke was not funny.  But it is still one of my greatest memories to this day.


Who knows…perhaps because I thought I was going to die.

Perhaps because that is when I actually realized how zany and funny you truly were.

I guess it took thousands of feet in the air with a mere piece of fabric/tarp for me to realize that.

Zany?  Funny?  Or simply crazy?  No matter, it solidified the fact that YOU definitely were the perfect match for me!

Just keep it on the ground from now on.

3.  Playing truth or dare with you in the mountains of Austria.  Remember that camping trip?  It was hilarious—and, although we’d been married for a couple years, we still found out so much about one another.

I think that is all I shall say here, publicly, though!

I do think, however, it was probably one of the first times we were actually vulnerable and honest with one another.  Funny how we were already married and yet still did not fully know the other.

Thanks for learning how to share truths with me.  I love you, crazy man!

2.  When I thought our marriage was over, and was sleeping in the next room, you came in, laid down next to me, and put your arm around my waist.  I did not like you at that moment.  In fact, it was probably near hatred.  And yet, that small gesture let something back into my life.  And it was a sliver of light.  Very small.  And yet it existed.  Then and only then I knew, by the grace and forgiveness of God, we could beat this battle of defeat.

And it was a long road full of complete surrender.  But we made it to the other side.

So, thank you for that “one last gesture”.  It helped keep our marriage alive.

***And the number 1 memory I carry in our 13 years together is this***

1.  The night that I and the doctors were sure Maxwell was going to die.  I had to call you, because you had JUST left to go and check on Adelyne.

I called you and said, “Richard!  Get back here.  Quickly!  You will NEVER forgive yourself if you are not here when your son passes away.”

And I just PRAYED you would make the hour drive back in time to say goodbye to your son.  And I cried the entire time waiting for your return.

You turned the car around and rushed back to the hospital.  But, when you walked in, you looked at me and said, “I will say ‘Goodnight!” but I will not say ‘Goodbye!’”  And you sat, holding your son’s lifeless hand, praying for him, and crying.

I was so weak and had such little faith at that moment in my life.  But you held on.  You remained strong.

And Maxwell eventually made it…out of the threshold of death back into life.

You, my Richard, were stalwart!

Thirteen years, Richie.  We have many memories.  Good, bad, ugly, sad, funny, and full of adventure.

We have them together, you and I, because we chose to say “I do!” and “I do too!” thirteen years ago.  And together we still remain.

Crazy.  In love.  And ready for more adventures together.

I love you, Richard!  Thank you for choosing me.

Forever yours,

Your B