Jul 8, 2013

My high school boyfriend flew 6000 miles and surprised me for the best fourth of July weekend ever.



Remember this guy? He sends my dad postcards. He also flew 6000 from Italy to Portland, Oregon to visit this last holiday weekend. I would like to talk about this but I'm too busy hanging my mouth wide open in astonishment to spit the words out. This was by far my favorite fourth of July.


I'll write more when I pick my jaw up off the ground.

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