Dale got me three different types of chocolate - actually four, because I found more on my pillow. He's pretty sweet that way. Since we went out a few times last week, we just went to Shawarma Khan for dinner tonight.
I just spent a LONG time trying to find a good picture of Dale and I to post, but no one is sorrier (sorryer? both look wrong) than me to tell you that no such photo exists. There are very few of us together, and in the ones there are, we look as stiff and posed as the American Gothic painting. Dale may as well be holding a pitchfork.
This is us in Florida in 2011. We still wear all those clothes, in fact that's still one of my go-to tops.
This is us in 2012 or whenever Jim turned 40. It's not super obvious, but we are attempting to dress in 80s attire.
It's not getting any better. This is us in 2012. Dale chipped his tooth at the start of our trip and looks like a hillbilly in every picture. There I am wearing the same top.
This one is still pretty stiff and unnatural, but it's the best of the bunch (Vietnam 2015). Not wearing the purple shirt, but I'm pretty sure I took it along on that trip.
We've been through a lot together: some bad, but mostly good. What's important is that we still love each other after all these years! So what if we don't have any pictures to prove it?