March was not the highlight of my year.
Of course, it wasn’t the lowlight either; obviously the year isn’t over yet, so I don’t know which month will be the worst. And March couldn’t have been too awful – I saw Andrew! It can get much, much worse. But it can also get better. I shall hope for the best. *nods resolutely*
It smells like spring rain, and that’s a smell I almost forgot. Always do, until I catch a whiff of it, in March. And it smells glorious. Like rich, clean dirt; like foggy mountains; like new leaves growing and turning green from the tiny red ones.
The world is on hold right now. At least, that’s what it feels like.
I don’t know how the COVID-19 pandemic is affecting you all. Maybe you’re like I was, a couple days ago. Food is flying off the shelves, no toilet paper, you watch things explode and you stay home, but nothing is directly affecting you.
It’s a day that feels like biting into a honeycrisp apple. The sun is shining brightly after so many days of rain, and the cold turns the tip of my nose red. The frost makes the grass faintly resemble a photo editing filter. The green is so light, so neutral that it’s hardly real.
It is March and we have less than 3 months until the wedding. Let that sink in for a minute. I’M GETTING MARRIED IN LESS THAN THREE MONTHS. LITERALLY, HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? *hyperventilates* Anyway, in February things happened and here’s what happened, complete with more pictures of Andrew and me, because WHY NOT? (because you’ll die from our cuteness? ok ok I’m kidding.)
Y’ALL. My fiance is taking over my blog today (okay okay, not LITERALLY) to share his perspective of the very early stages of hearing about each other. Most of this you guys already know, but I thought y’all would like to read his side of things. Part 2 is coming soon, I PROMISE. But here’s some to tide you over. Andrew, begin. *cue my Andrew grin*
Summer is my favorite season. Not just because it’s warm, and I hate the cold. Not just because I still remember what it was like to be off school for months. Summer is just a part of my soul, ingrained in me. Perhaps it’s because I was born in the summertime. Perhaps it’s because I like to see things alive and growing. Perhaps it’s because – but no. Summer, to me, is home.