We’re getting married!

After a couple weeks of talking to Austin, my motorcycle (only means of transportation) broke down on the side of the road, but only a couple miles from my parents home. Austin, coming back from a bike week in Myrtle Beach, SC, says if you give me a few hours, I'll be there. Obviously, this idea of being the damsel in distress was not something I felt comfortable with. My mom, who had picked me up, made it clear that the right thing to do is to give him the opportunity to help. This went completely against everything in my strong independent woman instinct. I knew that I could figure out how to get my bike home, and didn't need a man... Or so I thought. Against my original thoughts, I gave him a shot... And to my surprise, he followed through. Austin road his motorcycle to Batesville, to get his truck, Indianapolis to get his trailer, to Scipio to pick me up (and meet my mom) and finally to go two miles up the road to get my bike. I climbed into his truck, after getting my bike loaded, and we drove the twenty miles up the road to drop off the motorcycle. After all this driving, he asked if he could take me out on a date, and the rest is history!