dating. 2002. 22 and 19.
Roses are red and violets are....
blah blah blah.
You wanna know about true love?
Let me tell you.
true love is wearing his Ts because they are WAY more comfortable.
true love is HIM accepting the fact that my hair will forever clog the drains, and ME accepting the fact that he will never stop biting his fingernails.
true love is when he always eats the end of the sushi roll because the ends are always so big! I'm just not a fan of end-sushi, I'm sorry.
true love is laying in bed in the morning lonnng after the alarm went off, and trying to decide who is making breakfast and what is for breakfast, and who is making lunch and what is for lunch.
wait--is that true love, or just lazy parenting?
true love is that I always load the dishwasher wrong, and that he refuses to look behind things when he's looking in the fridge "I don't see it! we must be out" "uh, yes dear, move the ketchup".
true love is that sometimes we lay in bed at night side by side, each reading our own book and joke that we feel like the Huxtables (except my pajamas aren't as fancy).
true love is two Littles running around that are bits of HIM and bits of ME.
true love is my very favorite person to run/hike/bike/climb/explore/laugh/eat pizza with.
true love, my friends, isn't diamonds or chocolates or teddy bears or cards with kittens holding flowers and riding a unicorn......
true love is all the little things. the quirky things. the mismatched things that make you fit together. jussssst right.
What is true love to YOU?
Happy Valentine's Day!