As cliche as it sounds, I hope that Brendan are old trees. Trees with scars of memories, tears, beginnings, endings, friends gained and some lost. I was not thinking that when I took the picture that dons this page (yes, I took the picture for real). But now that I have a life partner, I can reflect on the the symbolism. These trees rest on the shores of Lake Erie in Cleveland, OH in a family-friendly park.
It is hard to believe that this trip ended over a year ago and to think I already knew that Brendan would become part of my roots. Good thing I found you, love.
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