A love story.
Once upon a time, a boy who liked sticks and rocks and digging holes and fire trucks and riding bikes moved to a nice little street in a nice little town. (Ok, it was Houston, which might not be a town, but it’s still nice.)
Two doors down he met a girl in his grade who also liked sticks and rocks and digging holes and fire trucks and riding bikes. They became instant best friends and they laughed and cracked each other up every chance they got.
They had all kinds of adventures together. They went to school together and even dug holes together (and also got mad together when the HOA filled them back in).
They ran in the rain.
They visited the fire house and climbed all over the trucks.
Then a few years later the boy moved away. And then the girl moved away as well. They grew up in different towns, and even different hemispheres, but they were always pen pals. As they got older, the pen pals grew into texting friends.
One day when the boy and girl were much older, the girl happened to be visiting the town in which the boy now lived. The boy and the girl had lunch together. And lunch led to phone calls and longer phone calls until they decided that maybe they could give being more than just friends a shot. And Friend Love grew into Love of a Lifetime (which of course by now you have guessed it always was).
And one day, the boy offered the girl a very old rock which had been in his family for a very long time and asked the girl if she would literally be his best friend forever. And the girl said she would.
And they lived happily ever after.
Yes, I can to say that about real life.
And yes, I know that was 8 photos, but who’s counting? xo
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