About 13 years ago + a few months ago, while Jason and I were dating we lived in different counties. We were about 2 hours away from each other and only spent time together on the weekends. The weeks got pretty long. I gave Jason one of my senior pictures, and he gave me a photo of him. I loved that picture. I immediately framed it, and put it on my nightstand. My family teased me about it, but I couldn’t have cared less. I fell asleep next to his handsome face. Over the years and many moves later, the picture, and it’s frame have moved from my nightstand to a box. Who needs the picture when you have the real thing laying on the pillow next to you? I was rummaging through my photo box a few months ago, and I found it. My heart skipped a beat or two when I saw it. It has that effect on me. After staring at it, with a smile on my face for a few minutes, I decided it did not belong in some lonely box! It is back in its rightful spot on my desk next to my bed.
(Yeah, it’s been in the frame for so long that it’s stuck to the mat!)