I spent most of yesterday afternoon, evening, and the night until 3 AM finishing a particularly stubborn technology project, tossed-and-turned with Iz, and then got up with Oli at 7, so my eyeballs are burning and ready to fall out of my head. If you could provide the spoon to assist in removing the flaming pain from my head, that'd be great.
Today is the sixth anniversary of Eric and I going on our first date. I asked him out after class, and he agreed to go to Cracker Barrel the next morning. The next year we got married, moved into a little house, and had our first son (not in that order).
It took a lot of fate and good luck for us to even meet, much less start dating. Eric wasn't even supposed to be in English 111 as he hadn't taken English 110 yet. I'd decided to switch to a different English 111 class after my first prof showed up in a bathrobe. I didn't technically need to be enrolled in any English classes as I'd tested out (the same could not be said for my math skills), but I love the subject and determined to take at least one English class for fun.
For a while he was the cute boy who didn't mind my chattering and would even sit next to me. I'd never thought a beard could be pulled off well until he started going all Teen Wolf, and then it was very nice.
It turned out we were in the same Karate class (he went Saturdays, I went Sundays, and as long as you attended one the professor counted it). We were in the same Psych class (he went tues+thurs, I went mon+wed). We shared a love of musicals. He played the sax and enjoyed jazz. We were both nerdy and spent two hours at a local comic shop for our second date. He loved video games too. He loved to cook, and had a secret family recipe for homemade pizza from scratch. He had absolutely fantastic hair and his glasses framed his face so nicely.
Can you tell I'm still in love? I only fall deeper every day.
We're always on the same page, and that's been a key in keeping our relationship strong. Money is something we talk about, plan out bill payments, check with each other before buying things, and have a shared long-term plan. Parenting means we are united against the crazy little men we have and are determined to mold them into good members of society. We make time for each other, agree on what a Good Date is (sometimes we wanna see a movie, other days just WoWing it up would be fabulous), and try to do little things for each other every day. What little things we don't agree on, we balance out-- yin and yang in harmony. We don't fight over the important big things, and the closest we've come is an argument over overcooked macaroni noodles four years ago (I was emotional and wanted to run to the store for a new box. He figured we'd just eat it and deal). He's a fantastic communicator, and has definitely helped me grow beyond my tendency to bottle it up and expect him to read my mind before I explode with negativity. He's always unfailingly supportive and hopeful 100% of the time. He's been there for me during my depression's ups and tons of downs, and helped me find the happy chilled out balance we've finally struck. I swear, Eric doesn't have any flaws, aside from not giving himself nearly enough credit.
Love ya, hon.