Alice

Sleeping doesn't count.

Because I know you were about to say when you got back from breakfast today and went back to bed.

Together.

So excited.

Here's the thing about Alice and I. We'll go to a new place for the first four hours of that new place.

We say, we've been waiting our whole lives for this.

Like, this is where we're meant to be.

This is why we were so unhappy before.

Four hours later, we got Alice.

It starts threatening to book flights home.

When we were away this summer, I'd wake up every day and Alice would send me a screenshot of a flight that she had put on hold for the following day and would just say, I'm leaving.

And then every day it was a toss up whether she would walk down to breakfast or not.

She had her sunglasses on and her flip flops and she'd walk, her tote and she'd walk in and sit down and we would just be finishing and then.

Misery.

But you know what our plan is.

Married.

Kiss on the cheek.

Houses that connect underground.

And that's it.

We have matching Birkins walking down the aisle.