*Some of these events may be out of order, but you get the idea* Over 4th of July weekend in 2004, I drove from my hometown in central Nebraska to Cheynne, Wyoming. There I met my boyfriend, Big A, and we dropped off his truck at my parents' friends' brother's house (phew!). Then we traveled to Kimmerer (this is not a misspelling either), Wyoming where I met his aunt and uncle and cousins. There, we talked for way too long, ate good food, and watched their wedding video (where Big A and his brother were the ring bearers - too cute). The following day, Big A & I went to where he had been staying in Wyoming. I apologize because I've forgotten the name of the town. That night, he made me dinner. Spaghetti and garlic bread. I'll admit this now: I had overheard my mom and him talking on the phone about this dinner. I was on the phone with her and she'd gotten another call from Big A. Let's just say she talks loud...and it sounded to me like he was going ...