Monday, March 12, 2007
10 Months.
So because we live together, carpool together, and most of our friends live far away, Nick and I get a pretty heavy dose of each other. And we didn't ease into this arrangement, in fact we arranged to move in together before we'd ever actually laid eyes on each other. It was zero to sixty, sink or swim.
Honestly, I think it's a testament to what we have, that we can even stand each other, much less make each other laugh and toasted bagels.

We both have some pretty unlovable moments. I'm certain I do, like how hard I find it to de-escalate a tense moment (MUST.PUSH.BUTTONS.) or how hard I find it to smell when the litter box needs changing. *shrug* I'm a crazy cat lady. I can't smell a thing.

But even when he's annoying me, even when I get the passing urge to throw something at his big sulky head, in that exact moment, like the thin distance between the two sides of a coin, I'm still just thisclose to kissing him. Even in my angriest moment, I know with perfect certainty that I wouldn't want it any other way, than the two of us together. Even when he's upset and I don't know what to say or how and I'm so frustrated that just because he and I got the job of creating a safe place for the other to grow as people doesn't mean either of us came with manuals, neither of us know what the heck we're doing half the time, at the same time I still can't forget that all those things that occasionally drive me nuts are the same things that bring balance to my life. The way he calls a spade a spade and doesn't feel the need to give everyone the benefit of 85 consecutive doubts and the way emotion never clouds his bullshit detector.

I look forward to writing these cheesy monthly anniversary posts because I just can't say it enough.

Hot damn, I love that boy.

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6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy ten months, VJ and Nick!

Here's to many many more! You two seem incredibly well suited.

Blogger Sarah Smile said...

Hear, hear!

Anonymous norma said...

oopsie.. am I too late for the toast?

** I love the fact that I'm not the only one that gets strong urges to throw something at my man's head. ha. Actually, my phrase of choice is "I felt like smothering him in his sleep"

Of course I don't mean it.. I swear.. ha.

Blogger Sarah Smile said...

Never too late for a toast!

Anonymous Lola said...

I love your love story.

Blogger Sarah Smile said...

I love yours!

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