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  • It was there in the green space. In that casual, passing by space. Where I met her.
    Donna introduced us.
    Her name is Moyra Jean.
    She likes what you like - mountain biking, hiking...
    Moyra: "Oh, but I'm not in town much. I travel a lot. Great to meet you."
    But days later, international soup, Saturday morning jogs, the Farmer's Market, coffee in a bookstore, and the talk over "Pears and Popcorn".
    1 month we knew each other.
    5 months we were dating.
    5 months we were engaged.
    In less than a year the gift of love, marriage, and life together began...

    After eleven years, I am so thankful for my beautiful wife. Her smile, her care, her love. Her mothering of our three boys. Together we will grow with them as they morph into young men, grown men, hopefully husbands and fathers and good friends to all around them.

    I am thankful for my life with you, Moyra Jean, and all the continued gifts God gives us.

    I love you. Always.

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