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A Day in the Past

TimeHop... An app that I both love and hate. An app that allows me to see what silly things I have posted in the past on this day as long ago as I have been on social media! This app has allowed for me to see the transformation of Kaleb and I's relationship, the friends I have developed over the years, and the way may faith has grown. It is normally the thing that makes me giggle through out the day. 

Today there was a little less giggling as I reflected upon my TimeHop. Today the photo that popped up was of Kaleb and I standing together for the last time as two able bodied individuals.  Three years ago today we walked around the glorious city of New Orleans looking at engagement rings, while strolling hand in hand. We enjoyed a meal on the river, and took in the sounds of one of our favorite neighborhoods.  We went to a jazz concert off of bourbon with two of our favorite coasters. We wondered around bourbon street with several of Kaleb's dearist friends, and we ended the night with a piggy back ride home. It was a perfect day, and I will cherish it forever in my heart. 
The difference between reflecting upon this day today verse a year ago or even two years ago is the way I feel. Today though I miss piggy back rides, I get to ride around on his lap. Today though I miss walking hand in hand, I can push him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.  This day in time will always be one of my favorites, but we will have many more memories to share and to adore.  
Xoxo, 
B
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  1. ShannOctober 13, 2015 at 1:39 PM

    Time Hop definitely brings back so many emotions. Even though your circumstances have changed, you both look very happy in both pictures.

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