Jason's the apple of my eye. Actually that's just his reflection in my glasses. You can't hold a parasol and take a selfie.
Kim's mom says that we met in a biker bar. That's not exactly true, but it's a good story. We really met and became friends years before the biker bar (interpretation: a place Kim rode her bike to).
Lucky for me, the biker bar (did I mention Kim was wearing a bicycle helmet?) had a jukebox and Magners. I found out how great Kim's taste in music was. (But it took a lot longer for me to appreciate the taste of cider.)
Mix tapes were made. Love letters were exchanged. The Decemberists were listened to. Delicious food was cooked together. Love and a partnership were found. Now we're getting married.
Which makes me very happy.
← Because I adore this girl.
This is where he hypnotized me with a psychedelic art wall. →
← This is where she said "Yes."