pounds & persistence

my journey toward fitness and wellness and faith


This year I celebrated my *gasp* thirty-second birthday and, two weeks later, my handsome hubby celebrated his thirty-third. For two weeks he teased me that he “married a younger woman” and complained in jest that my old age ruined my trophy wife status. I assured him that I was still plenty a prize and he need not worry his pretty little grating head about it.

For my birthday

From my hubby

For my hubby. It was the least I could do…


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