In April I boarded a plane and headed to Dallas... again.
I don't like Dallas (no offense to all my Dallas readers, of which there are an unexplainably large number). I don't like its huge parking lots. I don't like its sprawl. I don't like its prolific broadcasting of Fox News. But mostly, I don't like that it stole The Man for nearly two years.
I don't like Dallas.
But in Dallas I hold The Man's hand.
In Dallas we take our meals at "our" restaurant.
In Dallas I fall asleep in his arms.
In Dallas we luxuriate in our morning afterglow and pass a shared coffee mug between us.
And there I was... again. And I was happy.
Write your own year in review using the prompts from Gwen Bell.