The RSVP date....

Well I have to say it. He's the best. My boyfriend. After putting up with my fretting over my invitations, the exasperating social functions, and the childish antics, he was still able to hold me though a stressful time. We sat in his office yesterday printing, cutting, sticking and stamping invitations, all 80 of them. Many know of my anal deranged dissolutions when preparing design work, and perhaps Brent is the only one who would put up with it. And I thank him. And love him. x