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Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Two years

This probably won't come as a huge shock to the people who know me, but I'm no picnic to live with.

I've been known to cook food so inedible that my own mother won't eat it. I'm a tiny bit more competent when it comes to housekeeping but that really isn't saying much. And I tend to fall into these long funks where I can barely bring myself to take a shower (I do, but it's more out of necessity, i.e. not wanting my coworkers to wonder what that smell is), nevermind wiping down the coffee table or making the bed.

I do, however, change the cat litter. Most days. So that's something.

My husband cooks, and he doesn't just cook, he makes gourmet meals. My family members are always extra excited when Paul is slated to make something for a potluck event because they know they are going to be treated to something awesome. Like meatballs made from scratch. Or prime rib slow roasted in a giant salt crust. And even after a long day of work he will come home and cook me anything my heart desires, even if it's just a bowl of ramen with a fried egg and lime squeezed over it. Paul doesn't know how to half-ass anything, not even ramen.

He wakes up at 5am to drive me to work (even though he doesn't have to be up until 7am) and has been known to wipe my cat's poopy butt. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.

But more importantly, after five years we can still talk all night. We talk about anything and everything. About our current life, about our future children, about politics and current events, about work and the financial world in general, about basketball. We agree most of the time, but even when we don't we have fun talking about it (Lakers, we will never agree on the Lakers).

I have never been happier in my life and I honestly can't imagine being happier. I can't imagine being with someone who suits me better. I can't imagine a better man even exists. I wake up every day feeling indescribably lucky to be married to the best person I know.

And somehow, he has officially survived two years of being married to me. So cheers to him and many, many more years.


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