A whole year ago, I remember thinking about marrying Wade seriously for the very first time. Before I left for my first big solo trip Wade had - cautiously - brought up the subject with me. At the time I had kind of shrugged it off, maybe when we're older... I want to travel first... we don't have any money. So we didn't really talk about it again before I left. I was so excited to go on the trip, never anticipating what a mess I would be from missing Wade. When I was about two-thirds of the way through the flight to L.A., I opened my carry-on to grab a book and I found a letter stuck between its pages from Wade. I started bawling my eyes out, because as soon as I finished the letter I realized that I wasn't going to be able to see him for months and, suddenly, that was a very big deal.
I look back at all the photos from the trip and I can remember that every time I found myself having a ball, I would think I wish Wade was here! Crazy how things can change in only twelve short months.
- H
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