“This is your song,” she said. “I listened to this when I was pregnant and thinking of you.”

Don’t tell me that I’m in a waiting season. Life doesn’t start after marriage.

We ducked under blankets in the van, hoping the 16 year-old ticket booth attendants remained dubious.

Man, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I can tell you one thing: Instagram is not helping me. If I were to take my relationship advice from Instagram, I should expect the following:

Dear Car Thieves, I like to think you are like Liam Neeson in Taken. You were racing through the streets of my town to rescue your daughter, and you needed a car, and of course, there was mine waiting for you. You may take my car, Liam Neeson.