Last night, Eric and I were at Houston’s Hobby Airport, reminiscing about the early days of our relationship that took place at…Hobby Airport.
“Want to make out in the car for old time’s sake?” I said, referring to our second kiss after he picked me up for our first datecation.
“I’m afraid you might hurt me,” he said, gesturing to his stitches.
I was affronted. We then proceeded to have a five-minute argument on what exactly happened after he picked me up. I still maintain that I have never in my life straddled anyone in the front seat of a car.
But it was actually exactly a year ago this week that all that was happening! If you’re just joining the story and wondering how we met, or just the kinda girl who likes to re-watch old rom-coms, you can read my posts from last year here.
Anyway, the real reason we were at the airport was because we were picking up my mom and brother! I’m so excited they are here — it’s their first time in Texas and I haven’t seen them since Christmas. I cannot wait to take them outside this afternoon and let them realize that seriously, when I talk about the heat and humidity down here, I’m NFA.