We got caught! I don’t believe it. Jen and I were taking the trash out last night (it was after 10pm) and cleaning up Max’s sidewalk chalk mess. She kissed me, I kissed her and before you know it, here comes a lady from down the street with her little barrel dog. Jen yelled “Ooops!”, and I laughed uncontrollably. We gathered up the chalk and ran inside giggling like teenagers.
It was a little over five years ago that I proposed to Jen on the landing of her apartment as we looked out over an August lightening storm in Tucson. If I had to do it all over again, I’d come up with something more creative than my, “I think I need to go talk to your parents.” like and my fumbled proposal. It seems like yesterday.
