Stalling as a profession....

At 4:15, I started to get light headed... then I realized I've only had a Caramel Macchiato today. Iced to be exact. Which baffled the lady at Au Bon Pain... Oh, yes, I should mention it was Au Bon Pain's version of a Caramel Macchiato. There is just nothing like Starbucks to me...

Anyways, I stopped to take a food break from clean/packing and to watch the last Ellen DeGeneres Show I will see for a while. I do adore her. And Steve Carell is on today. How perfect!

My favorite thing about the Ellen Show, is how much her guests adore her. She is so respected and loved by people in the industry. Love it!

Am I the only one that makes a bigger mess as she cleans?

Here is my downfall: I'm just done with moving! I moved home early November and have yet to put clothes in my closet (well, until today) and have not unloaded my car! Sure, I've been keeping busy... but I'm still aware of how ridiculous that is. I'm excited about making some progress.... nothing like packing for Mexico to make you unpack from a 1,000 mile road trip. Yikes! My only defense.... it wasn't until very recently that I felt the realization that I'm here for good. It's exciting.

I was so spoiled by my dad! When I first moved here, he got me paint and pretty much painted my room, ceiling and closet for me! It's a great color!!

I have to share a couple pictures.... my room is a mess so I had to be strategic about how to take pictures, but I really love it!!

My room is a mess, my car is not unpacked but Christmas lights are up!

One of my favorite things! Tyler got this for me last Christmas but I didn't want to bring to GA for fear of hurting it!

Mess! My "getting ready area" with all my photo books at the top  to way down that flimsy shelf! 

Joy.

Too excited to sleep...

If you know me well, then you know I quote this commercial all the time...

This is a link to the 4 sec video featuring only the line I quote (meaning other people must love it and quote it too!!!)

Here is a link to the whole commercial.

I remember what being a kid the night before Christmas feels like.

I'm lucky enough to have traveled a lot in my life. At least, I feel like I have. Even though, lately I haven't been to any exotic places (*cough* Augusta,GA *cough*), I get on planes a fair bit.

I don't really remember feeling this excited about traveling in a long time.

I do sort of remember what it felt like to anticipate going to the States as a little French girl to see my grandparents. Most of the excitement, at first at least, was getting to travel alone with my brother. I really thought myself to be the most experienced kid to ever board a plane. That is, until my brother, bless his little heart, started screaming because his ears were having pressure pains. If it's never happened to you, then you might have a hard time understanding. I didn't understand it at all until it happened to me a few years back. It's happened to be a couple times since. It's really an awful kind of pain. Dull. Takes over your head. It teases you by making you think it might be getting better as you chew gum furiously or do anything you can to get a good swallow as you plug your nose. But, no, the pain comes back.

I say all that to say that was one of the only times in all of my travels alone, with Jeremy or with my whole family that I felt totally useless and confused. Here I am, alone with my young brother on a plane, and he is screaming in pain. I remember feeling a great deal of embarrassment met only by the amount of heart break I felt listening to him.

The other time was quite a bigger ordeal. Unfortunately, the details escape me but I will just tell the story how I remember it. My brother and I, let's say I was 8 (so he was 6), were traveling on TWA Airways. The airline we always flew, every summer. They gave us little pins we loved, and as far as I was concerned had the nicest stewardesses. Or, is it flight attendants? Anyways, I don't know whether we were coming or going at the time... *every* summer Jeremy and I flew solo from Paris to Philadelphia...a week later from Philly to Oregon. My parents would meet us in Oregon and then we would all fly from Oregon to Philly... and back to Paris. Doesn't really pertain to my story... just makes us sound kind of crazy and only helps prove my lifelong ongoing point that my mother is a saint! (Not that anyone is trying to disprove that! That I know of!!!).

Ok- This is getting out of hand... I think this is why they say "No Blogging After 1 am". (Who?)

One summer, Jer and I were flying... to somewhere from somewhere. (Best guess: from Oregon to Philly). Our flight was delayed. No biggie. TWA had a room for kids who had layovers and needed a place to play and be entertained. So, we went in the room and there were some other kids there. I remember there was a TV. I also remember thinking that the room was really dirty. (Don't get me wrong, I love the city of Paris...but for my little Parisian Derrière to think that the room was dirty, meant something!). At the time, I has no idea what Flight Status meant. All I knew is I was to sit here, watch my brother, try not to catch a disease and wait for my name to be called. Somehow, after enough time, I realized or maybe was told our flight was cancelled. I don't know why as soon as they told us that, they didn't call out parents or emergency contacts but, they didn't. This is the part that really makes me wonder how this could be possible.. but I remember it clear as day. I had to ask another kid from TWA Kiddy Prison to help me call my parents International Collect! I can picture the pay phone outside of the room. I remember making sure Jer was still asleep as I walked out. I remember waking Mom up - presumably I needed to reach her, to get her to reach whoever it was that was supposed to be picking us up.

In my head, we were there for hours upon hours. I know they brought us food... and I remember wondering why other kids were coming and going and we weren't. Chances are this was St. Louis airport...seemed to be the lay-over of choice.

I think the reason that this night stands out to me so much is because it was one of those nights you realize you are growing up. You realize you are the big sister who has to stay awake and make sure we don't end up forgotten here. You realize you are old enough to think these toys are too dirty to play with and this girl next to me is a little creepy.

Eventually, we made it home. I don't remember the conclusion. Just the scary, scarring part. And it may be that I don't even remember it all that well. I'm sure I'll wake up tomorrow and ask my mom about this and she might look at me like I have 3 heads and tell me how it really happened... but, whatever happened, I remember growing up a little that night/afternoon/day/dream!

Inspiration:Travel

It's seems that traveling inspires me to write. I'm not surprised really. I probably think about traveling more then most things. I really love every little bit of it.

Wait, that's a lie.

Packing. I hate packing.
I hate unpacking.
I hate folding.
And please don't tell my soon to be husband, but laundry really isn't my favorite either.

But, once I'm packed, it's all happiness.

I love checking in online early and picking my seats (for some reason I think picking my seat keeps me safe... I'm strange).

I love smiling extra big and being super nice to the people at the security gate. Especially given recent changes. Especially this time of year. (Don't get me started about this. People try and crash our airplanes. TSA stops it from happening. We should be much kinder to them. Or they will get bitter. Go on strike. Or worse get lazy and miss something. Then where will we be!)

I love love love hotels. Here is the thing with hotels. If you walk in like you own the place, but are really nice about it... they love you. Works for me, every time.

I love the beach, the ocean and pools. I've never been to Mexico, or a resort like this so this will be a whole new kind of discovery for us!

Most of all... I just like seeing new and different places. I like meeting new people, and pretending to speak five words of their language.

My grandparents, (dad's parents) are taking my family (fiancé included) and my dad's entire side of the family to Mexico. 17 people total! So amazing. We are all so giddy we can barely control ourselves. Anyone who knows us, knows that Oregon is our sanctuary. We all crave it and miss it when we aren't there. Sure, Oregon is a part of that. The fresh air, the scenery, the camping, etc. Truth is, the thing we crave is the family. The aunts, uncles, cousins and really, most of all... the grandparents. I have been blessed with the most caring, generous, loving, encouraging, fun, and just amazing grandparents ever. Trips to Mexico aside, they have always been supportive and present. I hope they know how appreciative we are and how aware we are that they have done so much for us, for our family... more then we will ever know!

I still haven't decided what books to bring. I've got a two Self Magazines and one bridal magazine (might have to look for another one of those). I still have to read book 4 in Nora Roberts Bridal Quartet series, which I am super excited about. I want to bring a classic. Thinking about re-reading The Great Gatbsy. I've also thought about bringing my Narnia Chronicles to prepare for the movie. Either way... I got to get on that!

I wan't going to bring my laptop with me, but now I feel like I'll be sad I can't blog from my Mexican resort porch as I watch the sun rise over the ocean... or something as wonderful sounding as that!

*pictures from past guests at the Barcelo Maya Tropical on Trip Advisor*

Something magical about D.C.

I don't know what it is about D.C, but I loved it deeply before I'd ever even been here. I really don't have any time to spend here but just driving in and instantly spotting the Washington Memorial and being inundated with signs for every tourist stop imaginable gets me all giddy.

The giddiness is only amplified by the fact that I just had the most gorgeous drive through VA. I stop a couple times and just took in every brightly colored leaf, run down been-there-for-ages building and twist and turn in the road. It was great.

I've needed the time to think. And reflect. Nothing big or dramatic, just to really take in all the changes. It's been my M.O. previously to avoid change - as in, I'd let it happen, realize it was happening but then completely fail to process it. Sometimes intentional, sometimes not. But, it went un-dealt with none the less. And of course, as un-touched emotional transitions do, they would they explode inside of me. Leaving me with that private battle inside of me. Everyone else had moved on - or at least to the outside world, what I was feeling should be old news. That's how I'd end up, surrounded by people, feeling lonely. Because, changes would happen, I'd put on a brave face, "move on", people'd stop asking - and BOOM. Luckily, some of the greatest times of personal growth I've ever had were during those times of finally facing whatever change it was at the time. Hence, being able to know myself well enough to know that with out this long drive to process, think, reflect - I'd end up in Boston, 6 months from now, crying cause I'd made the wrong decision, left people I love, and messed everything up. And with a wedding on the way, no one needs that! ( Reading this back it sounds so dramatic - but, let's be honest- aren't our own inner turmoils always dramatic to us? I don't say any of this expecting anyone else to think "Oh, the horror!" but, to me, whatever those little things that I couldn't deal with were - they were hard. We all have our own battles, struggles, hurdles... no need to compare them to others. My lowest point in life might seem like a walk in the park to someone else, and that sucks! It's so unfair! But to me, it was still my lowest point. Am I making sense? I think I just got scared I was starting to sound like a baby, and wanted to make it clear that I wasn't trying to be dramatic, or look for any kind of pity... but we still all go through, and deal with our own crap, in our own way. Right?)

Today, I found myself swinging on a swing on Lake Anna in VA (gorgeous!) and wanting to cry - thinking of all I had just left. And thinking of how I'd left some of it. Going through the positive and negative emotions of looking over any big chunk of your life. It's always great to look back, learn - but, sometimes it's torture.

OK - that tangent is bumming me out - and right now, what I really want to focus on is D.C. - (See! Avoiding! What did I tell ya?!) But talk about people watching! I'm in Starbucks (Thank you, Mondi's for my gift card!!!!) The city is just a-buzz. Maybe yesterday was a big day for D.C., I don't really know the geographic details of it all. Blissfully ignorant! Mostly, I'm sure I'm just no longer used to the hustle and bustle of a big city! There is a definite business crowd. Suits. Briefcases. The works. Then there are the people next to me talking about Nancy Pelowsi (in a way that makes it clear they know her), and all other kind of D.C. political jibber jabber. By just observing people walking by, there seems to be some kind of artsy crowd - I could sit here for hours. However, I've got people waiting on me! Patiently. But, waiting.

So, again I will leave feeling like I have so much more to say. You spend this much time alone in a car and you are bound to build up all kinds of thoughts! But, I've still got a long road ahead!

It's safe. I promise. 

Clouds. God. 

Me posing with a canon on a VA battlefield. 

Ok. This is a weird picture... cause It just looks like I'm lounging in the dirt... but, that was the scenic view I'd walk to in the background but failed to capture... 

P.S. This song just came on in Starbucks : )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mc5oqjFsT5g

Greetings from South Hill, VA!

Well, if there is one thing I've learned in the last few days it's that ::: when plans don't go your way, and you just roll with it - it can be very fun and quite stress free!

As the little stresses were building up, it became obvious that going to KY was not a good idea - or even really a possible idea. I felt pretty heart broken about it - looking forward to seeing my KY family very much, but in the end, I think kept my sanity intact by deciding not to go.

I got to spend some extra time with the Close's, which was wonderful. I got to go Trick-or-Treating with them. It was really fun. I don't really remember the last time I went Trick-or-Treating... it's possible I'd have to venture way back to Westwood memories, and for various reasons I've sort of blocked that part of my life out! It was cute to see people excited to have Trick-or-Treaters come by. Another thing I haven't really experienced. We've always lived in houses on busy streets, and I've usually had a place to be on Halloween night. We went to one house, and a young couple greeted us. I chose to imagine they were a young married couple, without children for now, and they'd been preparing for their first Trick-or-Treaters. It got me very excited about next Halloween. I don't know where Tyler and I will live, or if we will choose to stay at home on Halloween night but for a little second, I liked to picture us, in our tiny place, decoration provided by Target, set up and ready to hand out candy. Tyler'd get excited for every super hero that headed to our door - who are we kidding, so would I! Of course, I'd gush over the princess', fairies and all of that - but, I've got a soft spot for Super Heroes.

Next thing I know I'm in South Hill, VA. I finally left Augusta around 3pm. Last minute errands, and a relaxing trip to Target under my belt, I was ready. I discovered a new trick to making the time fly whilst driving. I'd decided to buy AudioBooks for the road trip, but I wasn't really sure what to download. Without having really thought about it, I was surprised at how long the recordings were. Of course, it made sense, it just hadn't occurred to me. So, first on the list was finding some shorter books to listen to. After some browsing, I realized that I needed something light hearted - ok, enough delaying... I bought, and feel in love with "sTori Telling" by Tori Spelling. I've loved her since 90210. But, after Inn Love (her reality TV show with her husband), she became a celeb girl crush for sure! The hours FLEW by as I listen to her tell me about her childhood, 90210 days, 1st wedding at the manor, falling in love with Dean, 2nd wedding in Fiji (for just the two of them), and stories about her crazy mother. Very entertaining.

I was planning on driving until I made it to Richmond, but between never knowing when or if my trunk was going to pop open and a phone that was about to die, I decided it was time to call it a night. Found a cute, safe and cheap room at a Comfort Inn. Free Wi-Fi of course! It's going to be a long trip and early morning- and while I feel like I could write all night,  I should really be getting to bed. Who knows, maybe tomorrow my lunch stop will include a blogging break.

I've been really enjoying writing. I always knew that I would but I guess I just never felt I really had the time too. As we all know, in life, you usually have to make time for the things you want.

Goodbye is the saddest word.

It's a really hard emotion to describe...

It's not like saying "Goodbye" to friends...
It's not like I'm leaving my children...

In all honesty, I'm feeling the same way that I've felt when leaving home. Watching their family wave to me from the front lawn, brought on the same emotion as watching my family wave goodbye from the front steps.

You drive away, looking back as many times as you can, knowing that you left a piece of you behind.

I'm saying goodbye to three little guys who have made me smile, and made my heart rejoice in completely new ways. And saying goodbye to two parents who have taught me more then they know, and given me so much trust and warm love.

It helps to know that when Jacob asked me if he was ever going to see me again, I was able to say, with complete confidence that he would. Not as soon as either one of us would like, but I'll get another high-five-kiss-hug as soon as possible!

There a million words that I want to share with them, and as soon as I pull myself together, I know I'll find those words in the deepest parts of my heart - but right now I just had to send this out to the void. Hoping that writing this out will give me a little time to focus on everything that I need to do to get ready to actually move.

If not, I'll be tempted to sabotage my move so I can stay (Silla) forever.

A day to write home about...

6:00 am: As soon as the alarm went off, I jumped out of bed. Okay, I didn't jump so much as just.... woke up. But, compared to my usual reaction to my first alarm clock, I may as well have jumped out of bed. (Yes, first alarm clock. Waking me up is a complex and well thought out process). I knew it was going to be a long, interesting morning!

7:00 am: Each morning that I pull up to babysit for the boys, I swear I can hear Europe's epic ditty "The Final Countdown" playing. I've shifted into max "cherish every moment" mode. So, when I walked into the house and Jacob begged for me to "hold him" (which he really never does) and then decided to show me some new toys, I followed! Even as Nathan ran around the house saying "poop" and stinking worse then I ever knew something so cute could stink, I kissed his forehead and hosed him down! All Jonas has to do is smile, and I melt. 

8:30 am: If I could, I'd insert a clip of my walk -nay- jog into the "Law Enforcement Building". Because I was one of the many people scheduled to appear in court this morning, I had to wiggle my way onto the side of a street to park, then run back to the building. I was most certainly not going to be late - I'm not that person. At least not today. Purse on x-ray, phone in basket, me through metal detector. Run upstairs. Read signs. Take sheet of paper. Walk into courtroom labeled "traffic".
"Mam, you can't wear flip flops in court" says the deputy.
I apologized and he assured me it wasn't a big deal. He took my citation paper and disappeared. I did as I was told and sat. And sat a whole lot more. 


10:00 am: Still sitting.


10:30 am: A lovely lady, who looked just like Omarosa but luckily for me was not as crazy, called my name and sat down to talk to me. I could immediately tell how grateful she was that I was decent enough to introduce myself, shake her hand, and not yell at her within seconds of meeting her like some of the 5 other people I'd seen doing just that. I could tell that she sat and relaxed a little bit. Took a deep breath. Told me it had already been a long morning. I liked that she reacted to me that way. My heart went out to her. She spends day after day getting attitude from people because they brought their 2 year old to court and therefor wouldn't be allowed to go in. Or trying to get a statement from men who have obviously abused so many substances, they can barely be understood at all. I was more then happy to be a polite, coherent, trouble-free consultation. I got to "plead no-contest" and "waive my right to a lawyer". She seemed just a perplexed as me as we tried to figure out how it was that I was going to appear in front of a judge if I couldn't be let into to courtroom wearing my scandalous Reef Flip Flops. Apparently, neon multi-colored sneakers are OK. As are black pleather knee boots. And one boot and one fuzzy sock covered cast. But, my flip flop clad feet were a big no. 


11:00 am: After a quick run to my car to change into my work sneakers, I find myself sitting in the back row of a rather full court room. I wish I could go through person by person- plenty of characters (one of which I may have known... awkward). But by far, one situation stood out. A young man was called up to speak with the judge. He was there because he was found in possession of marijuana - just under an ounce, I believe. By the time they got to him, my mind was already filled to the brim with gratitude to my family and God from protecting me from all of that. The judge very sternly warned this boy/man that he better be honest or he wouldn't be walking out of there today. It was immediately apparent to the judge that his mom had no idea how much marijuana he had been in possession of. Apparently, she only found out about the whole thing because she found his court order while doing his laundry. Judge...not...impressed. He asked the boy how long he had been in the mix, and when the last time he smoked was. I can only hope that it was his shame that cause his voice to be so soft that I wasn't able to hear what he answered. But it was about this time that mom lost it. I really felt my heart hurting for her - she was clearly aching for her son, and quite publicly no less. It was clear the judge was trying to be sensitive to the mom, while also using her pain and outpouring of emotion to make a point with his kid. He ended up "putting him to the side" and I'm assuming he went back to his case after everyone left. I'm all for it - let him sit there and think. Maybe this would help get him out of "the mix", as the judge called it. 


11:30 am: Melissa Scanlon called up to the front. Plead no contest to charges of "following too closely". 1st in a lifetime. Judge said to me, exactly what he had said to many before "Plea of no contest is accepted. Pay the fine today and you'll be done with us and we'll be done with you". I smiled. I moved on. 


11:37 am: I'm paying for my ticket. 


11:40 am: I'm walking to my car. 


All of that because I was "following too closely". I'm still having a hard time understanding why it's easier for them to make me go through all that, when every person there who was in there for the same reason I was, was handled in the same manner, with the same fee and the same script. Seems like a big waste of my and the legal system's time. I was amazed at how long I was there. My prayer is that if I ever HAVE to go to court again, I hope it's only after my name is Melissa Cameron. They call C names much sooner then S names. :)

To Geebs, With Love : An Open Letter

Colonel Mustard,
 I have known you, and loved you (even when I hid that love in that place inside you where you hide things that you can't process, or are scared of, or are unknown) for as long as I can remember. I mean, really, when I think about my life...all 23 years... there is "The Paris Era", "The Forgotten Era", and "The Post Meeting Tyler Era"! And yet, after all this time, and all we've been through... I just got major butterflies in my stomach thinking about you. Full on, "he just asked me on our first date"/"my hand accidentally grazed his"/"he put his arms around me for the first time at the movies"/"first kiss" kind of butterflies. 
 It dawned on me that, while I love you completely, I am sure that in some way or another, my love for you has been stifled by this distance between us. Maybe not stifled, but most certainly unable to reach it's full potential. I love knowing that I can love you more then I do right now. That I can spend the rest of my life learning new ways to love you, feeling more and more loved by you. 
 I've spent an insanely little amount of time with John and Nicole, but it doesn't take long to see how insanely in love they are. They just fit. They are a team! They are grown ups with responsibility, though decisions, a child and bills... but I swear I see them look at each other and I know that is how they looked at each other when they met 7 years ago.  Watching how happy Nicole is when John is in the room, makes me so look forward to being your wife. To being partners and taking care of each other. I want to be the person that helps makes your stress melt away. 
 I can't stand thinking of how hard you work, and how poorly everything at works gets handle. And how little you get recognized for all that you do. You are such a determined, able, tenacious worker. You see something that needs to be done, and you do it. I'm so proud to have a man who takes any job as seriously as you do yours. It's respectable and commendable. 
 It's insane to think that this whole last part of us... dating, getting it right (finally :), getting engaged... we've spend so little time in the same state. So much time apart. I know that God knew of he was doing (obviously),  and I am grateful for the way it happen. We were forced to take things slow. To communicate and be honest. And now, we get to be together! We get to decide to see a late night movie on an impulse, take a drive to nowhere, stay in the house all day and watch....well, we both know how long the list of shows/movies we want to watch together is! 
 I realize that life will never be just a walk in the park, (Ooh! Walks in the park!) and that there will be parts of this transition that might be awkward/weird/difficult or just need adjusting, but I can't wait for the next phase. I can't wait to be sad, and get to see you versus hear you. To be cold, and get to wrap up with you! To feel scared, and feel your hand comfort mine. 
 I will never deserve you. I will never be perfect, but know that I will spend my life - and all our days together proud to be by your side, humbled that you picked me, and always trying to make you the happiest man alive!  
I can't wait to give you kisses.
Love,
Scarlet. 

Melissa Rose and Tyler James
My Sweet 16th Sleepover
Rindge, NH

Pilot: Step 1.

It's going to be a big year for me, so I'm going to do everything I can to immortalize every moment. 
Tonight is Step 1.
As I type, I'm moving out of the Extended Stay hotel I've been staying at for a few months. It's been an interesting experience (remind me to tell you about it later)... but on Sunday, two angels descended from the heavens and offered to let me stay with them for the remainder of my time in Augusta. 
So, like a mad person I under estimated how much useless junk I had, tried to pack it all alone, rush it to my car/storage...and totally exhausted myself. 
Here I am tonight, just about ready to check out and it hit me... 
I'm going to leave here to move in with a wonderful family for a couple weeks. From there, I'll head back up to Boston and move in with my parents for about a year until it's wedding time! 
What that means is that tonight is very likely going to be the last night that I live alone or "on my own". 
Kind of a crazy thought. 
I'm so bad at change. 
There are so many amazing and exciting reasons for going home. It's what I want, no question. It's still home. It's where my fiancé is! And my family. I can't wait. 
And yet...
I'm so bad at change.
Goodbyes. 
Leaving my comfort zone. 
Packing. 
Driving. 


I hate to be having such a lame, petty, public pity party... especially when really I'm so excited to be going home but there is definitely a part of me that can't help but feel physically and emotionally drained. While I never really felt like Augusta and I clicked, there is still a melancholic feeling. I've learned so much about myself (more to come), made so many mistakes, and even more memories - it's been  my two years on my own. I've given my heart to 3 little boys, and grown so much with God and figuring out who me is, and what me needs, and what me wants. 


However, in addition to being lucky in another billion ways, the one I keep focusing on of late is how lucky I am to see a "light at the end of a tunnel" (dramatic...). 
I know with complete certainty that no matter what happens between now and the day I make it to my parents house, that the moment I first sit on those comfy green couches... after a big hug from all of my favorite people...everything will fade away. The stress, the emotions, the exhaustion won't mean anything anymore. 
So no matter how tired and stressed out I am, I thank God every morning...and every night... and a few times in between... that it's just temporary. 
A short crazy train leading to the best year of my life! 
I had to take this 2 a.m. break from my 72 hour packing party to remind myself why I'm doing all this... that's it's only temporary and that I am just simply one of the luckiest people in the world. 


No more pity parties!


Well, I'll try really hard :) I'm sure that once the wedding planning gets underway, and as things don't go my way I'll have plenty more pity parties... but anyone reading is allowed to slap me out of it! And remind me how lucky I am! 


I'm in love. Head over heels. Marrying my best friend. Moving back in with my wonderful family. Counting the minutes until I get to meet Madilynn Renee. Getting a dream vacation in Mexico. Enjoying winter and Christmas. 


So many things to be grateful for. 


Also, I'm sure that over the next year, I'll be asking for a lot of wedding advice and have a lot of questions so please help! :) 

Daddy, Tyler, Me, Mom
Moments after the proposal
Logan Square
Philadelphia, PA