Day 5: A picture of your favorite memory.
Seriously? How am I suppose to pick one favorite memory and have a picture of it? Strange.
My favorite memories happen with the people I love.
My Mom’s side of the family.
My future husband and me.
This is a great memory. The photo is horrible but it says a lot. We just finished our drive across the country. We had nowhere to live so we had to sleep in our car (we didn’t have to do this for long, we soon found an apartment). This was taken a year ago. It’s amazing how far we’ve come.