Three years ago, I confessed my love for Kyle in a 12-page letter. Then we met on a bridge and he confessed his love back to me. It’s a good anniversary…probably my favorite.
Also, we drove to Olympia this evening to rescue friends Jason and Morgan from a 12-hour train “adventure” that was just taking too long. Made it back to Beaverton around 10:30pm and relaxed for a few hours and talked about lovely things.
barefoot mangoes 