We ran out of road in that one horse town.

I was thinking about number 12 the other day and how he's engaged. It's crazy. Mind-blowing. But then I started thinking about it. There's no way that I would possibly know him anymore. I have changed so much as an individual in the last 10 years. That's how long ago we started-- 10 years. The person I was then is barely recognizable to the person I am now. And that's not a bad thing. I think it's sort of incredible that we get to experience these different loves as we trudge through life. We have friends and relationships and grow as an individual while all these things shape us. And that's pretty cool.

Poland comes home.

She's not kidding. He was amazing. He took family photos with us. For real. The first time he ever met my family, we were taking a family photo for the wedding and mom said, go get him. And he actually did it. I'm floored.
I am so happy. We had such a nice weekend. Drank way too much. He said some things I really needed to hear and talked about seeing them again. He also made a comment today about clothes for work and how he's so happy he doesn't have to dress up at his new job. I said but you look so good in dress clothes!
He melted my heart. He told me if I was patient enough, I'd see him all the time in dress clothes in the winter. The more I get to know him, the more he starts to let me in, I just fall harder and harder. It is so adult. It's so nice. He sent me a photo from when he was little yesterday, I died. So damn adorable.
I have not been this happy in so long. I can't even put it into words.

Thoughts from the person who matters most upon meeting Poland for the first time.

"I had fun with him. I loved when he was dancing with us.  He seemed like a nice guy. You seem suited to each other. Does he think we're crazy? He did top notch considering what he was walking into."
"After he took fam photos with us was was thinking he either really likes you or he's never speaking to you again".