On his birthday…


What can I possibly say to describe how I feel about this guy?  This photo was snapped almost 9 years ago.  We weren’t even dating yet.  I was enamored with him, infatuated.  I thought he was the sexiest guy in the world.  He was edgy, he was a rebel, I wanted to skip all of my classes to hang out with him (which I did).  He was kind.  He never made me feel uncomfortable or like he expected anything from me.  He let me be 100% me and I liked that.

These years have been the best years of my life.  I don’t need both hands to count how many people truly understand me and he is number one.  He loves me – all of me.  That kind of love is rare.  He appreciate my weirdness, my nerdiness… I appreciate his old spirit, his bleeding heart.  I love his patience, his capacity to love.

I never believed there is ONE person for each of us on this world and I don’t know if I necessarily believe it now, but I know there is no one else on the world I would want to share my life with.  There is no one else I want to have children with.  There is no one I want to face all of life’s trails and tribulations with.  My mom always told me to find a man like my father to fall in love with.  Growing up my dad could do no wrong in my eyes, he was perfect.

I found that guy and I am damn lucky.  We don’t push each other to be “better”, we push each other to be our truest self.

Even though he will never read this (he says he doesn’t need to read my blog because he lives with the off-screen version), he is my rock and I would be lost without him.  And he is still that sexy hunk of meat I met almost nine years ago!!


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