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Last Day of School Together

I've been incredibly lucky to get to to go to school with my best friend the past four years. (And those two years of high school.) Getting to go to college together has been such an adventure. Sammy and I have explored Denver together and it's out city. It's down here that we've figured out who we are and what we want to do. Before we were married, this campus was 'our world.' It was away from our families and other influences. It was down here that we truly got to be ourselves.
First Day of College

I've loved waiting outside of classes for Sammy and getting some homework done, and seeing him outside of my classes as well. Trying a new food truck together, and other restaurants. Walking downtown together at night, and all those snowy cold nights where we would share one glove and walk as fast as possible to the bus. 

When Sammy started going to school part time and working full time, we couldn't spend as much time on campus together. This last year he's had 8:00 classes twice a week, and on those days I would get up at the same time as him and we'd drive down to school together. I'd walk him to class and get homework done, then walk him to his next class. For some reason we're always extra snuggly in the mornings and giggly. These morning together this last semester have been my favorite. 

Sadly, they've had to come to an end. I feel so dramatic, but this is the last time that we're going to go to school together. The last time that we'll be down here together, both of us learning and having homework. While I'm sad this chapter is closing, I'm glad it went on as long as it did. Tomorrow I graduate and this chapter is truly over. Ahh!

Last Day of Classes Together 

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