Apparently spring makes me wistful and reminisce-ful. James and I have been telling our stories to each other recently, remembering the first time we said I love you, or the goodbyes and hellos from his trips in our first year of dating. It's kind of fun to remember those times, to cringe at the awkward/terrible moments, and to feel really good about where we are now.
I've also been reminiscing about college experiences--times when I got new nicknames, times when ordering ordinary breakfast food at Waffle House became embarrassing, etc.
I'm a 24 year old already living in the past. For now, I'll just chalk it up to the weather (which was gloriously sunny today, to make up for the snow. And our lawn is green! Yay!)