Last month, I chronicled the less than fireworks and birds singing meeting of Mr. Sinki. Don't remember? Look here.
Tomorrow marks another anniversary. I was going to write about it here, but know what? I already did.
What I haven't shared before is that he was making some pretty obvious moves before he left town for his friend's wedding, but I wasn't getting it. Telling me he'd like to sit on his front porch and watch fireworks while holding hands seems pretty blatant, right?
I didn't really process it until I was driving home from that visit. I sat in the driveway with my head on the steering wheel, certain he was going to meet someone at the wedding.
Luckily for me he came home w/ no digits in his pockets and a terribly misaligned back.