“I met him when he was broken.” I said, referring to the day I met my husband in the park after he’d separated his shoulder on a trail.

“That’s how we all meet each other.” he said. And then I had my first matcha latte made with peace, love, almond milk and understanding.

It was a good buzz.

Cheers Sunday. xo

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