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You’re mine, so I’ll probably never let you go
DC’s blizzard of 2009 covered in 2 feet of snow!
No electricity just sleep and sex
Between baby making and sleep, all we ate was breakfast!
Hardly no rest
We barely even got dressed
During the ‘snowpocalypse’
We were like some Ostriches
Burying our heads in the sand
Two flightless love birds executing a plan
They do that to ensure that their eggs are evenly heated
Marathon coitus was exactly what we needed!
When I think back to the frequency of love with which we shared I honestly can’t believe it!
The mission, the positions, our intention was clear!
The expansion of our family, is it me, or is it getting funky in here?
No phone calls or distractions
Just you and me interacting
40 months later, lucky you and blessed me
Thanks to a blizzard, a baby makes three!
