When I think back on the year and a half I spent here, I'll surely think about the shops in the Mission and the views from Alamo Square, and about the opera and needle exchange and of course the flatest of flats. But I count myself infinitely lucky that the first things I'll think of will be my FM and my JM. Through ups and downs, loves, likes, extreme dislikes, sickness and health, mountains of snow and mountains of granite, bound solidly together in hatred of the T and love of San Francisco and each other, even when I'm stretching their patience just a liiiitle bit thin.
Love her,
and him.
And this, forever and always, amen.
4 comments:
You just won't ever tire of that picture, will you?
You think that photographic evidence will be enough to squash any attempt at a political life?
awwwww. the past few days have been such a whirlwind, that i just got to check this, after we said our final goodbye.
you will be missed. FM forevermore.
Hoooome, let me go hooome...home is whenever I'm with yooou...
Hi, it's a very great blog.
I could tell how much efforts you've taken on it.
Keep doing!
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