My heart swelled a bit when I saw that their due date was stuck in place on the perpetual calendar that sat on the shelf above her computer. I loved up on their dog and marveled at her open and free spirit. I love a girl who can jump on the bed at nine months pregnant. I mean, come on.
When I left, I hugged her and asked, “Can we be friends?” Thankfully she laughed and said, YES.
Got a text a few days later from Sarah: “I can still smell you on my dog and I am obsessed.” (fyi Patchouli oil all day erry day)