Do Dreams Really Come True?

I have had photos of the kids during Passover that I've been meaning to put on their blog for months now. Today, Felix is 6 years old as well. I know that all these things I write are thrown into outer space and never read by anyone, and maybe they're just for me. But for anyone who stumbled upon my pitiful previous post, I want to tell you that somehow, the hopelessly in love girl who couldn't let go, had a dream come true. One that just doesn't happen anywhere except the movies.

Girl meets boy. Boy pursues girl. Girl pushes boy away. Girl then tries to get boy back. For two and a half years. Boy comes back. They sit on the same ratty tea shop couch they did two and a half years before (as referenced by this awful, awful photo of us- I hate posting it but its the only one I have of us together). Boy tells girl: "I graduated college. I'm quitting my job, selling my house and moving halfway across the country to be with you."

I always dreamed it but I never thought it would happen. It will be 13 days until I fly out to Pennsylvania to see him, then we drive back to Minneapolis together. I found him an apartment, across the street from where I first picked him up, and it was a total accident.

Sometimes when something happens that you've always wanted you are completely unprepared for how you will receive it.