We drove nine hours from Minneapolis to central Illinois yesterday so I could finally meet the parents. That crucial relationship test/milestone/potential deal-breaker. I wasn’t nervous until we were 15 minutes away and the sky let loose the most intense thunderstorm. Rain so dense we could barely see the road. The first storm here in two and a half months. Good sign? Bad sign?

In the end it was fine. Her parents are lovely people. The town is so goddamn cute I’m already planning a utopian artists colony here.

AND we found some of the girlfriend’s old school work:


(In case you can’t read it, it says “vivid readers” instead of “avid readers”.)
My heart swells with the sweetness of that line. What a great world where a kid can believe people who like to read are the people who have the most vivid imaginations.