I asked Kevin to pick up some citrus for me, so I could get started on Christmas dried citrus crafting — came home to find he’d sliced it for me already. And then he helped me load the dehydrator.
I picked good, y’all. Kev and I had a long, rough stretch when we were first together — we broke up four times, once for close to a year. My best friends were all telling me to stop crying over this boy, that he was no good for me. And objectively, that was very good advice, and totally what I would have said in their place. And yet, I couldn’t seem to walk away.
And now, 34 years later, I have dried fruit.
Wishes do come true. 🙂
