8 years marks the mango popsicle anniversary.
AKA the anniversary where there’s nothing you’d rather do at night than sit on a friend’s couch together eating mango popsicles since it was a loonnng day spent flying in to Portland with twins on your laps.
It’s amazing how much can happen in eight years. We’ve now filed married taxes eight times, finished four seasons of Manifest, and upgraded our dining plates. We mayyyy have done a few other things too!
Love you so much Deanna - the life we have together feels way too full to be real life, and yet it is.
8th Anniversary
