The Christmas cards have been pouring in. Every day our mailbox is chock-a-block full with well-wishers from around the globe.. Most of the cards are addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Landon Thorne or Colonel and Mrs. Landon Thorne.
And then it hits me…I am Mrs. Landon Thorne.
I still don’t really know what that means. I get a little thrill that runs down my spine when I realize that not only am I married, a state of being at which I still marvel, but that I am married to Landon Ketchum Thorne, the man of my dreams. That I am Mrs. Thorne, that we are a couple and the Christmas cards that are coming in, addressed to Mr. and Mrs., or Colonel and Mrs. are an acknowledgement of that fact.
Pinch me…
And then it hits me…I am Mrs. Landon Thorne.
I still don’t really know what that means. I get a little thrill that runs down my spine when I realize that not only am I married, a state of being at which I still marvel, but that I am married to Landon Ketchum Thorne, the man of my dreams. That I am Mrs. Thorne, that we are a couple and the Christmas cards that are coming in, addressed to Mr. and Mrs., or Colonel and Mrs. are an acknowledgement of that fact.
Pinch me…
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