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If I could re-write our wedding vows and present them to myself to say to you 19 years ago, they’d look like this: I, Jamie, take you, Big Daddy, to be my husband. To have and hold on to as tight as possible and to freak you out a little bit when I ask you…

Happy July, Ya’ll!

When you last heard from me, we were in depths of snow days with April looming ahead. In the past three months, Big Daddy has had an employment change, the Princess graduated high school (I know. Our baby!), Littlebit finished fifth grade with all A’s and Baby Bee managed to hit the honor roll for…