11 years.

Four years long-distance. Four different cities. Seven apartments. Seven jobs for me. Five jobs for him. Five different educational institutions between the both of us. One satellite launch. So much travel. So much wine. So many maps. One long-ass quarantine ahead.

Happy 11-year anniversary, Kev.

Love ya, my dearest husband!

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