Seasons of love
One year ago today, Thom and I met for the first time. (Did we ever pin down an “anniversary” date?) Last year, after leaving comments on each other’s blogs and e-mailing back and forth for a while, we decided to meet up at a Kinsey Sicks concert at the Birchmere. Neither of us considered it a date, but—looking back, it was rather date-like; I even remember when we said our goodbyes in the car, thinking, “Do I kiss him?”—it’s turned into one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.
How do you measure a year in the life? How about love?