Red, White, and Us

So apparently I’m one of those girls now who gets giddy about holidays with her boyfriend. Marcus and I went to the fireworks downtown and I spent way too much time picking out a red top (patriotic! cute! not trying too hard!) and pretending I wasn’t nervous about our first official holiday together.

Red, White, and Us

We found a spot on the grass with about a thousand other people and their coolers and crying babies, and when the fireworks started Marcus just… reached over and took my hand. And I didn’t pull away even though it was like 95 degrees and we were both gross and sweaty. I just sat there holding his hand like we’d been doing it forever, watching sparkly things explode in the sky and thinking ‘oh no, I’m in trouble.’ The good kind of trouble though. The kind where you stop pretending you’re playing hard to get because honestly, who are you kidding? I asked some random mom to take our picture and she was so sweet about it, probably because we looked like babies playing house. Which we basically are, but whatever. Happy Fourth of July from your girl who is definitely, absolutely, completely not falling in love. (I’m lying. I’m totally falling in love.)