It’s only been a handful of days since she left New York for another Texas summer. Today I am reminiscing on the time we went for a drive down country back roads in the Finger Lakes region, stopping for ice cream and exploring grassy, dandelion filled wineries. The spring sun beat down on our smiling faces, and whether we were warm from the sun or love is still a mystery to me. This day steeps in my memories like the steaming earl grey I drink in as I document these emotions. Our story is captured in moments and breaths and photographs and musings in my beaten up journal. We are happy this way.