Happiness comes in many forms for me. Sometimes it’s the simple stuff, like a page-turner of a book with a really satisfying ending, or that one sip of coffee that’s just the right temperature. And sometimes it’s the big stuff, like spending a week in Paris eating all of the cheese and drinking all of the wine, or finally getting a big project ready to go at work.
When it comes right down to it, though, my biggest source of happiness is all wrapped up in one person. The one guy who still makes my heart go pitter-patter after more than 10 years.
Sure, he has a bad tendency to lose track of time, he loads the dishwasher all wrong, and he doesn’t have six-pack abs… but he’s still perfect to me. He’s patient and kind, he tells wonderfully terrible jokes, and he’s pretty much the only thing that’s kept me sane through the crap life has thrown at me these last few weeks.Continue Reading