Eleven.

we're hitting the road.

alone.

{well...oliver's coming too.}

we're going to the city where we were married.

to talk without curious big kid ears.

to eat where we want.

to linger.

to celebrate 11 happy years of life + love.

happy anniversary to the boy who married the luckiest girl in the world.

{photo of Abby by You Look Nice Today Photography}