June 22, 2007

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home

And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it

I don't have to fear it

And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on girl...

Too late to stop now...

Happy Anniversary, Hun.  It's been a great three years.

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A Million Years Ago...

Greg and I were married on June 22, 2007.  A few days later, we went to Anguilla on our honeymoon.

Anguilla was so beautiful.  That time in our lives was beautiful, too.

Life was so carefree back then.  It was just Greg and I, and our future together ahead of us.

We met so many great people there.  And ate some really great meals.

We loved Anguilla and hope that one day we will be able to get back there.

This is Red.  He lived on the beach.

Our time in Anguilla seems like a lifetime ago.

It was such a nice relaxing trip that we talk about often.

These days, we spend a lot of time talking about The Little Dictator.

There's not a lot of relaxing going on here anymore.