I kept getting an error message on my phone. Low storage. I had to clear up space somehow. Without deleting valuable apps (and shaking my first at HTC for its bloatware), I knew I had to do one thing. Delete pictures.
I bought a dress. It’s the dress I plan on wearing to the courthouse or wherever we end up getting married. More on that another day (Vegas, anyone?) but first, ordering the dress. It may seem like a benign moment to some. It was, however, a small milestone on a recent journey of struggle.