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Four Years Ago Today 💗 OCTOBER NINETEENTH

Four years ago today I was scrambling to pull my long locks into a braid, scrub the peanut-and-airline-apple-juice-taste from my teeth, and give myself an appealing smell with some travel-sized lotion from our hotel as I gazed in the mirror in a cramped International Airport bathroom. I'd just flown home after a week in Florida with my parents and brothers in THE BEST of amusement parks. Oh, and my love interest was on his way to pick me up and drive me home.

I tittered and fidgeted and shyly smiled my way down the escalator, out the door, onto the curbside pickup sidewalk. And there he was in his silver Dodge Dakota, his verge-of-brunette hair swished to the side and his delightfully dashing grin smiling up at me as he said "How was your trip?"

Butterflies? Jitters? Twitterpation? I had it all.

From there, we drove to his parents place to pick up some "forgotten" groceries (to this day I think he just really wanted to introduce me to his mom and dad), and I left with a huge bag chock full of apples from his green-thumb father.

And then began the hour drive back to my place, during which he FINALLY reached across the bucket seat to hold my hand (AFTER LIKE NINE DATES PREVIOUS OF ME LEAVING IT WIDE OPEN. My hand was always palm-up screaming "AVAILABLE." People, he was cautious as ever. He said to me later, "I didn't want to mess it up. I wanted to keep you around."), and he asked if we could date... like exclusively... like boyfriend-girlfriend.

What a start.

Today I celebrate four years of having the best boyfriend (and fiancee, and husband, and best friend) a girl could have 💗 Here's to an eternity to come of being "official."
Love you Kevin Ornal 😉


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