One Wheeler's World

Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Aramelle who lived in a tiny little apartment in a small town in Southern Minnesota. She was newly single and working hard to find herself and to claim her independence after more than 7 years in nasty relationship. The young woman didn’t go out much. Couldn’t, really, because of that nasty relationship.

So, she turned to her computer as a source of entertainment. One particularly lonely Friday night, through the magic of the internet, the she met a man who lived all the way over in Reno, NV. They became fast friends and soon both were trying desperately to fight away stronger feelings for the other. Eventually, they gave into what was certain to become their destiny, and in May 2004, she flew to Reno to spend a wonderful week with the man of her dreams.

He shared his city with her.

And showed her one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen.

When it was time for her to return to MN, they both cried, knowing that life wouldn’t be right unless it was being spent together. And so, a few months later, he flew to MN to help her pack up her car, say her goodbyes, and make the life-changing move to Reno.

A year after that first fateful trip to Reno, he popped the question. She happily said “Yes!”

Another year went by, and on May 27, 2006, they were married.

Then, on June 23, 2007, they hosted a vow renewal to celebrate their marriage with some of the people they held nearest and dearest to them.

After a hard-fought battle with infertility, they received the news in April 2009 that a baby was on the way.

Before long, they were knee-deep in family life.

Through the years, they’ve shared their hobbies and passions with another.
She *almost* likes sports now.

And he no longer thinks it’s all that crazy to get up in the middle of the night to watch the sky fill with hot air balloons. Or to take hundreds of pictures to document such happenings.

And they both have found a love for traveling.






There’s been much cause for celebration.

Lookin’ through my old pictures
Faded photographs
Some of them bring me close to tears
Others make me laugh
Old memories seem to come alive
And open up the past again
And let me dream inside

And, together, they are a happy little family. Except for when they’re not. Because, sometimes, they aren’t. Sometimes, she gets in her own way and casts a shadow across that happiness.  And those are the moments days weeks when she most needs these old photos. They are the reminder of the magic that happened that Friday night more than 8 years ago.  A reminder of all that they’ve been through. The love that they share. The proof that they were meant for one another.  The blessings that have come there way as they travel the journey of life together.

Old pictures. A reason to smile on dark days.  And a reason to continue smiling as the sun begins to shine again.

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