The day I became Mrs. Summers I could not have imagined loving my sweet husband any more than I did that day. March 6, 1993 Duane and I were married, I was 18 and he was 20. Babies, absolute babies! I wouldn't have changed a thing. We grew up together, blended together, gained strengths together. In our short 15 1/2 years of earthly marriage we crammed a lifetimes worth of love, laughter, tenderness, and devotion. Duane and I were inseparable, you rarely got one without the other. I even remember a few lunch dates I would have with my friend Jessie that he would crash. Never once did I think I was being smothered, never once did I think it was intrusive. He was my other half, it was natural. Looking back now I am so thankful for the closeness that my love and I shared. In a way the same closeness has made for intense pain with our earthly separation, but what a massive amount of memories I now hold close to my heart. I was so wrong 16 years ago, the love I feel for Duane has grown to an amount I could not have dreamed as a young 18 year old. A true and deep love only grows with time, I am thankful for that love.
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