three months.

Three wildly unpredictable, wholly amazing, and completely swoon-worthy months have gone by since AB and I had what we call our first date the day after I returned from Barbados.  Perhaps it sounds naive, or maybe just annoying, but I never imagined it looking like this and couldn’t have hoped for things to be as incredible as they are.  I didn’t know I could feel so overwhelmed by someone’s love that it would bring me to cry happy tears over a bowl of split pea soup.  I had no idea that trust is so much more than setting him free for a night with the guys… it’s allowing my unspoken dreams to have power by saying them out loud.  And here we are, now, starting a new life together as his condo becomes our condo and we go from seeing the orchid exhibit on that first date to eating peanut butter puffins next to the gorgeous purple orchid he surprised me with that now sits on the kitchen table.