Veloma Be

It's our last night. 

I'm stressed. Packing. 

I'm exhausted. I'm hungover. What started as a "last supper out" last night ended with far too much Dzama...but at least it was an early night. 

I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'll miss it here. 

But not as much as I'm happy to start the next chapter with this guy: 

1 comment:

  1. I think you have it in prospective. That being then and now being the res of your life. Go Nicole and Louis. I just wish you would be here instead of so far away. Love Grandma