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A quick note on how I became the “wife” of said blog title…. I met him my second week in college, at 19. His story is that I chased him down stalker style. He’s not that far off. I picked this photo because he isn’t smiling, he’s in his natural state – a semi-growl with furrowed brow. Even on vacation, in the sun, next to the beautiful waters of Cape Cod – the face does not change. But behind the face is loyalty, humor, love and laughter. He is the forcefield around our unit – the protective coating around our lives. We’ll cover more on him and us later.