The fishing trip was fun, but I didn't really think I'd see Landon again. Then it happened. He kept calling, coming to Billings, spending time with my family, and falling in love with me. I kept answering when he called, letting him stay with me when he came to Billings, letting him spend time with my family, and returning the falling in love part. We fished, we hunted, and we fished some more. Years passed, we traveled between Billings and Glasgow a lot (280 miles one way), and things just kept getting better. (Notice the bobber earrings. We were ice fishing in North Dakota for New Year's with Landon's family. Scariest moment in my life so far-Driving on ice IN A TRUCK! I've never prayed so hard.)
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