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It's love ...

There's a song by Jessica Simpson that explains how jumping into married life was a new experience for her, but despite her thinking tuna fish was chicken, it didn't matter because she was with someone she loved .. and then their marriage didn't work out and they divorced. Still a good song though.

"I can let my hair down, I can say anything crazy
I know you'll catch me right before I hit the ground
With nothing but a T-shirt on, I never felt so beautiful
Baby as I do now, now that I'm with you"

.. and that's the basics.
If you can't do at least that much, there's no point in trying much of anything else.

These three ... my relief in the months that followed Larrys departure.
We had Carls Jr for 2nd dinner .. also a relief.

Thinking of all our missionaries in the Philippines right now.
There are several from my Stake, and a nephew from my immediate family.
May they be sheltered from the storm.

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