Living in the state of Georgia is like having a bipolar girlfriend. When times should be bleary, dark and cold, she will suddenly provide unexpected sunshine to remind you why you love her. Two days later she’s as cold as the surface of Mars and you have no idea what you said or did to deserve it. I love her anyway.
I make Jeremy wait in the morning when he gets in the car if there’s pretty condensation on his windows. I have to whip out my iPhone and contort myself into uncomfortable angles and control my breathing so I can get a steady shot in the dimmer light. I appreciate him not ever rolling his eyes, or checking his watch, or trying to hurry me. It’s pretty great and it leads to results like this!
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