Kev and I fell madly in love in our early twenties. The first year of our relationship was long distance, with Kev living in Alicante, Spain and me in Columbia, Missouri. It was terribly romantic. We wrote letters and emails, and spent hours getting to know one another over the phone, racking up well-worth-it cell bills. When he returned to the States, we dropped everything to embark on an adventure together. We spent three months living on Texan beaches and hitchhiking our way across Central Mexico (coast to coast) and the Southern United States. It was a time when we could concentrate on us, learn about each other, and realize that in one another, we had each found our soul mate. It was on this trip that we discussed the dozens of children we would one day have.
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