this morning #1820.
this morning, bright & early, it was in the car & off to the blueberry festival. first though, he made a few brief detours to show her some of his favorite places around town. give her an idea of his life these days. his church. his favorite coffee shop. the quirky little spot where he bought the typewriter on which he’d written his love poems to her. his favorite lake. then it was on to the festival for all the blueberry-themed shenanigans they could handle. jams. pies. health seminars. a pageant. all day long, they ran into people he knew. every time, he proudly proclaimed “this is my lady” & she instantly became the center of attention. she didn’t mind at the time but, by the end of the day, she was SO ready to head home & hide away.