August 15, 2012
Two years ago he flew me out to Iowa for a four-day change of pace. I hadn't yet met him face to face, but when I did I was overjoyed that he was even handsomer than pictures had suggested. His dog, too, was even more of a delight than anticipated. We knew it wouldn't turn into anything "real" because of the distance, but it didn't matter. Next month he's flying me out to New Mexico, his new state, for another change of pace and face. Now I know what to expect, so it feels more like a homecoming. Even better.