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Days with Marsh.

Who could have known that one month ago his precious heart would call it a game (but I would mistake it for a stomach bug/dehydration) and two medical teams plus an ambulance transport would carry him into overtime…?

On a lighter note:

We had a house full yesterday. After they left the Decepticons (which Marsh has warned me about since we moved here) finally took out the toilet…

…Nothing like standing in ankle deep water at 11:30 pm with one of the greatest people I have ever met trying to remedy the situation.

Such a metaphor…

Thank you for the messages, calls and texts marking another year for meπŸ’•

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