Twenty-one years ago (this photo was taken around 9 AM on Dec 21, 1991), we planned that when we'd spent as much time together as we had in our lives to that point, that we'd have a special celebration. We'd do something exotic and romantic. Go somewhere. Today we're cleaning up the house, doing some repairs, and cooking mince tarts and the like in preparation for an early family Christmas get-together. And we're taking care of our dog during her last days.
Disappointed? Not really. These 21 years have taught us a lot about what matters.
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Happy December 21st, and happy 21 years.
Oz