You're Still Here?

Tomorrow is the Boyfriend and I's two year anniversary. Yes, two years... two years of dirty clothes next to the bed, two years of having to cook dinner every night and almost two years to the day that I lost control of everything electronic in the house. SO! here we are, after two years of arguing and making up, of learning what buttons to push and when NOT to push them, after breaking up and getting back together and doing that a few more times only to finally realize we're stuck to each other like glue. But! it has been two years of pretty damn good times; of dinner dates and couch cuddling, of loving how his work boots lie around the house, of having him as my best friend who listens to all my nonsense, of learning to accept each other (we're still working on that), of learning how to share our space together, and last, but not least, it has been two years of getting to watch my blond-haired, red-bearded man with that fabulous, fabulous butt of his become a better man every day. Two years and I still love him; I guess I always will.