Regression

That night we weren’t 25-29 year old parents with bills to pay.

That night we weren’t corporate work horses slaving away over 8 hours each day just to give 32% of their salaries to the gov’t without a clue as to where tha money’s going.

That night we weren’t concerned about the dollar, or the economy of the country.

That night we didn’t worry about the issues of our extended families.

That night we regressed — we were 16, high school sweethearts maybe? Using our cellphone (which our parents bought for us) to capture the moments after our High School Dance. 

It was fun! Couples should regress every once in a while.

p.s.

Thank goodness for the internal camera of the Motorolla V6MAXX