I get carried away
February was filled with dinners out and evenings at his house. The FFA project auction, where we bought several pieces for the home. Planting the garden and flowers together. We walked Nora, Grace and Penne daily. Dancing in the kitchen, outside, anywhere a song moved us. George Strait’s “I Get Carried Away” became our song—no matter where we were, if it came on, we danced. Those moments meant so much to me. I believed he valued me, that he valued the things I cherished. I believed in him. He broke down all the walls I had built up. We spent long nights sitting by the fire, talking. We went camping at Lopez Lake and talked about the life we wanted—how we wanted to live, where we wanted to end up, how we would always dance with each other, always figure it out and always love each other. We took a trip to Three Rivers and spent days hiking, cooking at the cabin, sharing a quiet dinner in a small restaurant, just the two of us. We were close in every way possi...