I'm sitting here watching the last Harry Potter movie on cable for the zillionth time, he's asleep on the couch next to me, I'm surfing Pintrest cause I'm a girl and it's one of the many inane things we do and it's a simple Saturday night.
And I couldn't be more in love.
I'm going to get stupid sappy on you now. So either prep yourself or hit the back button on your browser and get out while you can!
We've been together nearly 4 years. We're in it to win it. We've hosted for 4 Thanksgivings, one for each year. And every year it goes off without a hitch.
We compliment each other better than I thought possible.
He stays busy in the kitchen and I fill beverages.
He lets people help when they ask and I free up a seat for their tired feet.
I didn't think an understanding and an appreciation for another person could be felt so deeply. I really feel like I've found my other half.
Except for on nights like last night where I got all PMS-pissy and slept on the couch because I'm that girl who blows things out of proportion and he's all you're-crazy-I-love-you-but-I'm-going-to-sleep. Which then leads to me be all I-can't-believe-your-asleep-while-I-wallow-in-my-self-made-sobfest.
And then we wake up, sheepishly apologize, genuinely say "I love you" and move on.
See? Compliment. Understanding. Balance. Other half.
This whole post was moved from this silly lil' picture I found on-line
Love. It's a tricky business. It twirls things within so much that it's hard to tell if they were originally within you or grew from something. Or both. Love. It makes you put your dumb self out there for the other to poke at and say "I'll keep that dumb stuff." Love. It creates an understanding of "You're an idiot" equals "I adore your crap." Love. It makes you feel whole when you didn't think you weren't.
My wine glass is empty, he's still sleeping next to me and I this is right where I want to be. If you'll excuse me, I need to go be in love with my life.
And in love with love.