Back before we hit the road full-time in our little fiberglass egg, we were pretty conventional about celebrating anniversaries and birthdays - you know, flowers, cards, chocolate, wine, a nice dinner, a present or two. Now, that we live in less than 136 square feet, we spend a lot of time figuring out how to avoid STUFF - like cards and gifts (but not the chocolate or wine). Last night, during our anniversary dinner, we took a few minutes to speak to each other from our hearts. Of course, then the tears started. But I think it was better than any card or love letter we've ever given each other. And the only cost was the ability to be vulnerable with the one you love.
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