The Finished Product
Adam told me today that he's never going to get married again. I contemplated his statement for a brief period, and when the scowl on my face borderlined permanent, he continued, "Because I never again want to go through the process of sending out thank you notes." Isn't he sweet...? I'll agree, the slow pace of personalizing almost one hundred thank yous wasn't an easy one. The sharpies smeared, the cards curved, and sometimes the words eluded our pens. Brevity is not our strong suit, so cramming every bit of gratitude onto a small photo was an unexpected difficulty. But I really enjoyed it. Adam, well apparently, he'd beg to differ. I think his frustration was met by his left hand. He had to use a "normal" pen because every time he tried to use the sharpie, the words he'd write ended up on his hand, instead of the paper. Ever look at the paw of a lefty after they've completed an essay in pen? Yeah, it's a mess. But now they're finally done, and my sweet husband won't ever have to write another thank you note again...
Until the baby shower :)
And speaking of babies...I'm...
Not pregnant. Haha. Gotchya. But today, we did meet a family of FIFTEEN at Chipotle. Nine girls and four boys. Maybe we'll have thirteen kids too...just so I can torment Adam with thank you cards ;)
(Note: the address in the photo is fudged)
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