This lovely little photo was taken a year ago today as we waited for the fireworks. We had been dating for just a short while, but Jordan had asked me to come to his family reunion in Colorado. He had also decided to grow out a mustache which he lovingly named "Steve." Steve became quite the phenomenon as it turns out and everyone was desperate to pet, stroke, or rub those little whiskers. Don't ask me why. So as we waited for the fireworks, everyone made their own little "Steve." Nothing screams independence like a mustache, right? Happy Independence Day!
Miss you sweetheart!
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