I have two memories from it that I want to remember until I'm ninety-two:
1. driving in the car with Steve when Thriller came on the ipod and we started doing the dance in sync from the confines of our seats.
2. Steve suddenly stopping the car when snow started piling up on the sides of the road and without saying a word, I immediately rushed to get my boots on to run for cover. Yes, he planned on pelting me with a snowball. I know my husband.
But I got him back the next day when I threw packed snow down his pants while skiing.
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