Eight years ago this weekend, I hopped on a plane headed to Austin
to meet Lindsey for the first time. This was his house.
to meet Lindsey for the first time. This was his house.
We walked up Mount Bonnell.
We bought purple potatoes at Central Market and made dinner together. I wore the apron I packed.
He was even more charming in person than all of his emails - and the guy can write.
The next time I visited Austin, we played putt putt at Peter Pan Mini Golf.
I packed my Holga and took pictures galore.
I guess I still find it hard to believe that we found each other the way we did.
That I really did find THE one. I was pushing 40 and every freaking thing I read indicated I had expired - my chances for marrying or having a baby were negligible.
And yet, here we are. I took a risk. And I have everything I could ever need.
I know, corny, right?
But I don't want to ever take it for granted.
So there it is. Out there for everyone to see.
I love Lindsey.
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