“You lingered at the restaurant, hoping to bump into a handsome stranger. He knocks you over accidentally and reaches his hand down to help you up and when your hands touch and you lock eyes and smile, you see your grandchildren together. That. Is. How. It. Is. Supposed. To. Happen. Right?”
-Erin Foster is my hero.
Oh and my favorite part of any give weekend evening is the inevitable text I get from my Mother asking me if I’m going out. Those are just the best!