All in December

Caleb

It’s been two days since we got back, and I still can’t stop thinking about Nash. We’ve been texting as much as we can, and I feel like a teenager, which is both ridiculous and a complete rush.

Yesterday morning, he sent me a selfie of him helping Benji and Emma put on their snow gear. They were bundled up in their snow pants and coats, and I must’ve stared at it for a solid five minutes. It felt like he was sharing a glimpse into their lives.

When they were finished, Nash sent another photo of a lopsided snowman with a carrot nose, scarf, stick arms, and what looked like pinecones for eyes.