What a special hike the day after our first date. How bold and nervous I was to shoot the text to ask you to go on a hike with me no less than 24 hours after our first date. I remember thinking, well, here goes nothing… I distinctly remember you snagging that banana slug 10 minutes into our hike, and I was like, “Who is this girl?” (In the best way possible). I hadn’t been around anyone that I was remotely interested in dating up until that point in time who shared the same love of God’s creation. You pointed out the small details, the moss growing, the bright vibrant ferns growing out of rocks. There was already a certain level of comfortability and knowingness slowly growing between us. I am so stoked that we got to see the lady bugs I mentioned recalling from years before and share some more incredibly special conversation. I also enjoyed embarrassing you about loving Pentatonix as I blasted it in the car the majority of the way home.