Twelve Twenty One.

So, it's been sort of a tradition lately for me to post a picture of James on late-nights before I go to bed. So, here's another.

Here's a nice aerial view of his gorgeous icy blues. <-- I retyped that three times. I couldn't decide on what shade of blue they are. I'm still not 100% satisfied describing them as 'icy.' But, oh well. They're blue and beautiful, that's it folks.

Oh, and here's a random fact regarding him/us for you before I go.

The first time we met, he gave me a shirt of his to keep. It was the first thing he ever gave me. It's a lime green t-shirt with the word "Athens" in white across the front and the number "13" on the back (which happens to be the day of the month we got together...weird). I still love and cherish it today.

Anyway, the first day we met, we only spent a couple hours together. It was sunny, about 75 degrees, and just plain beautiful weather out. It completely matched how perfect our time together was. But alas, he had to leave sometime. I got incredibly upset when he did, and my best friend noticed (where we met was at her house up in the mountains). She asked me to go out on her four-wheeler to cheer me up. I agreed.

We were out for only a couple minutes and it suddenly started to downpour. It was totally unexpected. Sunny, warm weather when James is there. Pouring rain when he's gone.

Ever since then, it has rained every time I've worn that shirt. I can't explain it, really. Sometimes it's just like the first day. It's completely bright and sunny, and then it just starts raining because I'm wearing that Athens jersey. I guess Mother Nature must approve of us, or something.