i don't really do this anymore.
this blogging/stalking/facebook/email/internet thing.
by the time i get home from work,
i just want to take off my bra,
talk to cory and cuddle.
when you spend your entire dating relationship
living an hour and a half apart
and only spending weekends together,
this 24/7 thing is incredible.
it's been almost three months and i still can't get enough.
i don't know how people do it.
balance it all.
all i want to do is be with my person.
talk to him and hold him
and make his hard days just a little bit better.
i want to forget how frustrating work was
and how crappy being an adult can sometimes be.
i want to laugh and be stupid
and dedicate all my made-up songs to him.
i am so grateful to be able to hug him every day.
to see his face and hear his laugh.
to wash our clothes, cook our meals and make our bed.
i feel blessed to be able to take care of him.
to have him trust me enough
to let me.
this love thing is magical.
being married kicks it up to an unreal level.
knowing i will always have him
makes it all worth it.
so that's why i'm basically dead on here.
why my line is static.
why i'm gone.
i'm soaking up all this love
i can't believe i survived twenty-two years without.