That Guy, Friday, and The Number 6.

The 30th of September marked 6 months. 6 Months ago That Guy asked me to be his girlfriend, to which I responded to with nothing but giggles. Lets have a quick re-cap of the season, shall we?. . .

It has been six months of converse and cowboy boots.

Six months of long drives and lovely music.

Six months of handsome.

 Six months of late night adventures under the stars.

Six months of pretending to be a cowgirl. 

 Six months of this childish grin strewn across my face.

The last 6 months have been awesome, to say the least. On Friday, to celebrate we spent an hour crafting and constructing what could quite possibly be history's greatest blanket fort. Complete with movies, fishsticks, and chocolate covered cherries. 

The world stood still inside of our blanket walls for several hours. I am pretty positive that outside, everyday things continued routinely as they do every day, but for then, it was just the two of us.

Right now, life is happy. Happy like an extra hot pumpkin spice latte on a blustery autumn day. 

Out the window, the leaves fall steadily with the breeze as my Vespa red nails bounce around softly on the keyboard. 6 months has flown by at an uncontrollable rate. Life has been a whirlwind of joy.

That Guy is responsible for the my smile at the end of each day, I wouldnt trade that for anything.

Cheers!