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Day 4 Challenge

Today’s challenge featured a map of the world and simple directions –  color in those countries to which you have been a certain color, those you’re planning to visit this year, and those that you plan to visit before you die, and those that you don’t care to see.

Today’s challenge was pretty easy for me.  I’ve only been a few places.  And all of those places were a port on a cruise to somewhere… so I really don’t feel like I have been there.  Jamaica, Mexico, The Grand Caymans, BVI, Puerto Rico, Belize… I know I am leaving some out.  Cruise travel is great for spending time with a person, talking, laughing, eating, drankin’… not so good for really seeing a country, meeting people, eating local food…

Where would I like to go?  There are still Vitos in Italy.  (My mother’s maiden name, my grandfather is second generation American born, I believe.)  There are Bresnahans in Ireland.  I’d like to go to both of those places.   I’d like to go to France and drink wine and eat cheese and take walks and fall in love with a certain someone all over again… but not until we are old and gray.  (Or perhaps when I am old and gray and he is still dashing and younger than me. :wink.) Because I think there’s a time for travel to a place that is outside of your comfort zone, perhaps a time when you’re trying to redefine who you are, who you are to the person with whom you are traveling….

Is there anywhere I can say i’d not like to go?  Nope.  I’m pretty game for anything typically.

Will I be going anywhere out of the country this year?  Nope.

My thoughts on traveling and the little lady?  There is so much of this country I have still not seen.  So much to be proud of, to be grateful for, to be in awe of… we’ll see a good bit of that hand in hand before we set off on an international voyage, I think.

I’d like to see the Grand Canyon for my 40th birthday.  I think turning 40 will frighten me.  That perhaps I will wonder if I have done enough.  I imagine standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon will make me feel small.  And that feeling of smallness will remind me how very much I have done.  Even though I am so very, very small.

 

Day 3

Day 3: Today throw something away that you like.

Well, fuck me.  Yesterday was a breeze and today?  Not so much.  As soon as I read the challenge I knew it had to be a pair of shoes.  Recently in my home there was a heated discussion regarding amount of space my shoes occupy in our home.  It is a little bit out of control, I admit.    To the point that I have an extended bonus shoe area in our laundry room for the shoes that rarely make it on to my feet but that I simply can not part with at this time. And my out of season shoes.  And my only occasionally needed for costumes or super fun times shoes.  See?  I’m making excuses already.

So, this morning I went in to the laundry room and took a long cold look.  I decided that when I lived at the beach perhaps it was necessary to have 8 pairs of flip flops.  More than necessary.  I even have flip flops whose entire purpose was to wear when I thought I might get tanked and lose them.  Since I no longer live at the beach and only very, very rarely get intoxicated enough to lose my footwear (or at least I don’t leave my house anymore, so these shoes are not necessary!) I elected to let go of a very nice, very serviceable pair of black reef flip flops.

I put them in my car and on the way to the dentist I stopped here.

Before I said goodbye to my flipflops I was sad…

And then I remembered that it was probably meant to be. After all the really fucking fabulous pair of RED (who the fuck throws away RED shoes EVER??? Whether they fit or NOT!!!!!) wedge Steve Madden sandals that haven’t fit since I was four months pregnant were already in there.  I threw them in the other day.  The same day I cleared another shelf on the shoe shelf in our closet for MQD’s shoes.  I haven’t worn those shoes in 7 years.  They have lived in four homes, had a husband, a baby, a divorce and two different boyfriends  and they still hadn’t seen the light of day.  It was time to set them free.  Fair.  But these flip flops?  I wore them just last summer.  They knew what was going on.  But I found solace in knowing that perhaps they’d recognize the Steve Maddens.  And I felt a little better.

Day 2: Today was made for me…

Day 2: The love of your life
Today, gaze at everyone wondering whether they might be the one true love of your life, the one destined for you and you alone, and whether you might be passing them by forever…Act in consequence.

tell me love has always scared you
like the things under your bed
baby we can walk on water
like some junkies swore they did
you call me on the phone
you say that it is crucial
stick your fingers in your ears till they explode
mind his business and roll along as usual

we must grab eachothers collar
rise out of the water
to know as well as i do and
it’s no fun to die alone

after all that i’ve been through
your the only one that matters
(climb to safety)

“Act in consequence” says today’s challenge.  I kinda feel like I get a free pass today.  I guess I needed a pat on the back today, I can’t think of any other reason why the day two challenge would not seem like much of a challenge to me at all.  I have never not wondered whether or not the person/place/food/cigarette in front of me at that moment in time might be the very best, the very last, the very one meant for me.  It’s what I do.  I love freely.  And this is my favorite thing about me.  Love makes me feel safe.  Not being loved but loving.  And not just people.

When I was younger and frequently “enhancing” my day to day activities I used to be well known for stopping everything and proclaiming “I LOVE RIGHT NOW!”   just to make sure the people, the place, the mac and cheese, the cold beer all knew that I’d change NOTHING about this moment, that I loved it.  And in turn I loved me.  Because I was the mastermind that made RIGHT NOW happen, right?

Something about momming it up has me focusing too much of my love out and not in. I love Em so fiercely that I forget to stop and love RIGHT NOW and the me that made it happen.  Working on that.

So today, in part because I only have seen three other people today as of this writing (MQD, Em and my boss’s son) I decided to try and stop and think about a few RIGHT NOWs.  And I loved every god damn one of them.

A sampling…. 8:05 am, my kitchen smelled like coffee and I perfectly peeled a hardboiled egg.  A small victory.  But I fucking love that.  9:27 am, I ate that egg and the inside was not at all green.  I really fucking love that.  And the insides of several others made at the same time ARE green.  SO THIS egg was meant to be mine. 12:20 I found an open source software to solve my work-related problem. Umm, FREE solution to a problem.  Yeah, I fuckgin love that! HAHA 1:18, I typed fucking “fuckgin” and that is one of my favorite typos!!  I LOVE RIGHT NOW.

Loving right now is as easy as I remember.  I am going to fall in love all over again with right now over and over.  And try not to let it be so infrequent.

Exhibit A: Me, loving the shit out of RIGHT NOW, my tiara, my POS convertible, my roommate, my pajamas, my Guiness tshirt that said PISSED.

And so as to not skirt the original assignment all together.  Am I hopelessly in love with my boss’ son?  Nope.  I am wildly jealous of the fact that he just bought a school bus, converted it in to an RV/mobile recording studio and almost always smells like grass, yes, but jealousy and a sweet motherfucking schoolbus but does not true love make.

Am I head over heels for my little lady?  Guilty as charged.  If there is any Order to this Universe it was that Order that brought her to me. She saved me.  Time and again she saves me…

And the really very scary answer to the actual question.  Yeah… MQD is pretty much the One.  And am I passing him by? Not at all.  Am I failing to trust him sometimes because of my heaps and heaps of baggage?  Not anymore.  This morning’s long overdue honest conversation assured me of that.  21 months ago he looked at me like this and I started falling, fearlessly falling and yet somehow forgetting to love all the RIGHT NOWs that have transpired between now and then…. I won’t be forgetting anymore.

Day One

Day One: of this challenge

Do One Press Up.
This is noteworthy because I have been on gym hiatus. I woke up this morning thinking I needed to get my shit together. Then I checked my email from my bed, a nasty habit, I admit, and there in front of my eyes was the first line of the first challenge. “Do One Press Up.” Today was gonna be “Get your shit together and stop acting like big damn crybaby” Day anyway, so this seemed like a good enough place to start. I just did one push up on the floor in my office and I felt awesome. I put myself on gym hiatus because I’d started experiencing a lot of joint pain from insisting I run everyday, from pushing myself too hard. I knew I was gettign a little obsessive and I needed a break. To check myself and make sure that I was really being healthy and not romancing my old nasty habits of being psychotic about my weight. So yeah.. a break was needed. But not one this long. So today, one push up and a yoga class if I can get my ass back to the gym. And maybe an effort to revisit the way I look at my gym “addiction.” Maybe I am just addicted to feeling awesome. Maybe I am addicted to an hour of shitty 80’s hair metal, or Girl Talk or watching 6 am CNN. But I think it is probably to feeling like a fucking BadAss. Because one push up later, I am smiling more than I have in ten days. And I know it didn’t just make me magically thinner. It just made me magically more awesome.

Decide which one of your toes is the prettiest.
My second toe on my right foot is my favorite. Because it is the longest and the thinnest, of course. I realize that I am sounding like a 17 year old girl and you might very well be thinking “Dude, this isn’t a fucking therapy session, honey, getchyerself the latest Cosmo and write them a letter, k?” But I thought this whole exercise would be more valuable if I was honest. With myself. And consequently with y’all. I don’t spend a lot of time in this place in my head but it is where I am today. In my 17 year old head…. it’s not that awesome…. so yeah, I like that toe. And it’s my toe that makes me an 11 in some shoes, which qualifies me to feel like a drag queen on occasion, a feeling I secretly enjoy.

Leave work five minutes early.
I am a nut about timeliness. I am never late to work. And I always stay 4 minutes past 5. Today I plan to vamooose at 4:55. I know. I am a fucking wild woman. If i leave “early” I have no excuse not to get out the door to yoga tonight. I had a nine minute jump start on my night, yo.

And just an added reminder to myself…. this is the 17 year old’s head I live inside. She was a helluva girl. Still is. Even when I feel like nothing will be good enough I remind myself that every day is a new one. And that 17 year old girl is watching me. And I know enough now to take better care of her now than I did then….

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365 Reasons

365 Reasons…. one for every day….
for MQD, on October 27, 2009

  1. You make me laugh.
  2. You laugh at my jokes.
  3. You are thoughtful.
  4. Your skin still amazes me.
  5. You try so hard to continue to grow as a person.
  6. You love me as I am and encourage me to grow, too.
  7. You’re honest..
  8. And smart.
  9. You indulge me.
  10. You’re indulgent on occasion.
  11. You listen.
  12. You communicate better than you think you do.
  13. You have a perfectly cute smile.
  14. You are well groomed, for the most part. :)
  15. You are going to be an amazing dad.
  16. You are already a wonderful son.
  17. You call your grandmother.
  18. You make tasty baked goods.
  19. You laugh out loud at yourself.
  20. Your hugs mean something.
  21. Your words mean everything.
  22. You read.
  23. You write cryptic notes to yourself.
  24. You are excellent long distance car trip companion.
  25. You make me feel like the most interesting woman in the room.
  26. You pretend not to care what anyone thinks, but really you’re very sensitive.
  27. You cried during Finding Nemo.
  28. Sometimes you hug me while you’re sleeping.
  29. You understand what being a mother means to me as well as you possibly can be expected to.
  30. You adore Emily.
  31. You don’t put up with her nonsense.
  32. Or mine.
  33. You appreciated your rocking chairs and weren’t scared off by what could possibly have been a very, very “too soon” gesture.
  34. You didn’t tell me you loved me until you knew you meant it.
  35. You like my mom.
  36. And my brother.
  37. You feel like my family.
  38. You laugh easily.
  39. You wear a headband. 
  40. You respect people.
  41. You are teaching me to expect the same respect in return.
  42. You forced me to watch Metalocalypse until I laughed.
  43. You help me bring things in from the car.
  44. You’re chivalrous.
  45. You are trustworthy.
  46. You “get” the man room concept.
  47. You are extremely hot.
  48. You have a lot of good books.
  49. You tuck Emily in whenever you are “home” at bedtime.
  50. You respect me as a parent and are willing to do the work to establish your own role as one as well.
  51. You really, really love Cat.  And Stanley.
  52. You breathe out of the corner of your mouth while you’re sleeping.
  53. You have nice looking feet.
  54. And nice looking hands.
  55. I really like your folks.
  56. And your friends.
  57. You keep “quality” people in your life, instead of quantity.
  58. You think about the “big picture.”
  59. You’re clever.
  60. You have a sick sense of humor.
  61. You love music.
  62. You open doors for me.
  63. You’re very mannerly when duty calls.
  64. But you appreciate a good fart joke.
  65. You can balance being my friend and my lover and understand how they are different.
  66. You can read aloud.
  67. You don’t seem to mind when I read aloud to you.
  68. You watch, for the most part, decent television.
  69. You are pretty self-aware.
  70. You’ve embraced your role in Emily’s life in a way I never could have dreamed a man could…
  71. You respect tradition.
  72. I really love your nun painting.
  73. I suspect you look pretty fucking good in a suit.
  74. You’re cute even when you look like a crass teenager.
  75. I can’t imagine you betraying me.
  76. You have sweet tattoos.
  77. You like mine and don’t discourage me from getting more.
  78. You’re thrifty.
  79. And yet not tight with a buck.
  80. You’re very giving.
  81. You’re fiercely loyal.
  82. You understand why roflcoptor is fucking hilarious.
  83. You have introduced me to some good tunes.
  84. You said you would take dance lessons with me.
  85. And I think you actually will some day.
  86. You’ll dance with me in the kitchen
  87. And understand why that is the most romantic thing on earth.
  88. You love frozen pizza.
  89. You want to eat healthy food.
  90. But you have a place in your heart for some trash.
  91. You’ll likely still be drinking an occasional 40 even though you’re moving swiftly towards being a Grown Up.
  92. You have a really solid name.
  93. Your middle name is fabulous.
  94. Your accent that comes and goes make me smile endlessly.
  95. You seem to get why I think it is important to make the bed.
  96. You’re pretty tidy.
  97. You help me clean up.
  98. You make really cute faces while you’re at the gym.
  99. You make me feel like a lady.
  100. And a whore.
  101. You acknowledge my neediness without indulging me.
  102. You have really nice hair.
  103. You’re smug.
  104. And yet it’s charming.
  105. You keep your cards close to your chest.
  106. it is meaningful when you share things with me.
  107. You don’t cheat at board games.
  108. You make me feel brave.
  109. You’re very traditional.
  110. You write thank you notes.
  111. You will be the reason I have milk in my house on a regular basis.
  112. You do laundry.
  113. You love loading the dishwasher. J
  114. You have a great vocabulary.
  115. You will probably actually read this entire list.
  116. You seem proud of “us.” And of Emily.
  117. You don’t mince words.
  118. You get excited about the smallest things.
  119. You will drive for hours to see a concert.
  120. You appreciate good red wine.
  121. But you’ll drink crap if it tastes good.
  122. You almost always have a pen.
  123. Your car is so… Mike.  It makes me smile.
  124. You were the best, and I am nearly certain the very last Blind Date I’ve ever been on.
  125. You’re a fine conversationalist.
  126. You have really absurd views about which you are unwavering.
  127. But somehow they make sense.
  128. You have a very clean asshole.  And you are sure of this.
  129. You threw up in your pants.
  130. You smile sometimes when you’re sleeping.
  131. You like to play games.
  132. But you don’t “play games.”
  133. Sometimes you cross your legs when you sit down.
  134. You have excellent table manners.
  135. Your smile makes me melt.
  136. You are forthcoming with your emotions, and I know it is not easy for you.
  137. You understand why being on time is important.
  138. You never belittle me.
  139. You can hold your booze.  Sometimes.
  140. You’re so metal.
  141. You’ve held on to the little boy that you were.
  142. You’ve put a lot of thought in to the man you’ve become and are continuing to become.
  143. You are intentional.
  144. Good god, you love the B-52s.
  145. You hate it, but you’ll watch shitty reality tv with me.
  146. You hold my hand when we sit on the couch.
  147. You are a gentleman.
  148. You’ve got pretty good taste in things.
  149. You’re not a bigot.
  150. You give me the giggles.
  151. You know why laughing in bed before we got to sleep is important.
  152. You really will get a Krampus costume someday.
  153. You love naps.
  154. You love rainy Sundays.
  155. You’re a great kisser.
  156. You  seem to take up a relatively small part of the bed compared to Emily.
  157. You’re a good speller.
  158. You’re patient.
  159. You save the last bite of the ice cream for me.
  160. You’ll eat my overcooked chicken.
  161. You are conscientious,
  162. You don’t think I am a crazy hippie for having things that matter to me.
  163. You support my breastfeeding and don’t seem freaked out by it.
  164. You’re willing to hear me out.
  165. You always check to see if my doors/windows are locked.
  166. You always put the seat down.
  167. You don’t leave wet towels on the bed.
  168. You have nice teeth.
  169. You are silly.
  170. You liked it when I brought you balloons and reminded you to choose to be happy.
  171. You accept that I am ridiculous and have “internet girl friends.”
  172. You encourage me to set goals.
  173. You don’t mind going to bed early.
  174. You read in bed which I find sexy as all get out.
  175. You will likely wear reading glasses some day and I think that is mega cute.
  176. You use the funny square smilies.
  177. You wear your plaid shorts.
  178. You look like a boy I’d have liked when I was a teenager.
  179. You act like a man I should like as a grown woman.
  180. But not all of the time.
  181. You don’t think there should be a TV in a bedroom.
  182. You always help me look for things even though it is retarded that I always lose shit.
  183. You’re teaching me not to raise my voice.
  184. You’re teaching me to be more mindful of the things I say to people I love.
  185. You’re teaching me to have a thicker skin.
  186. You go to the doctor regularly and take care of yourself.
  187. You don’t complain about my outrageous typos.
  188. You make great pancakes.
  189. You remind me to insist on good table manners from Em.
  190. You built her bicycle.
  191. You let me sleep in from time to time.
  192. Your giggle makes my day.
  193. You like crappy 80s movies.
  194. You don’t pick on me about things I am sensitive about.
  195. You took me to a GWAR show.
  196. You understand that it might be the last one I attend.
  197. You like real butter.
  198. You tolerate cooking shows.
  199. You’re not a snobby anti-TV person.
  200. You’re coming around to see the possible joy in a semi-small non-shedding dog.
  201. I think you’ll let me have a dog that sleeps in the bed.
  202. You don’t mind that Emily sleeps in our bed.
  203. You understand the depths of my love for her and for you and the inherent differences.
  204. You call me when you are at the store to see if I need anything.
  205. You call me “baby” and I love it.
  206. You always let me know when you are home safely.
  207. You don’t think I am lecturing you when I remind you to be careful.
  208. I trust you completely.
  209. You’re a good driver.
  210. You keep your car relatively clean.
  211. You have a pink laundry basket.
  212. You understand that the best gifts are heartfelt.
  213. You save things that are special to you.
  214. You have goals.
  215. You think before you speak.
  216. You’ll undoubtedly point out to me if I repeat myself on this list.
  217. You’re contrary and argumentative.
  218. You’ll make the cutest old, old man.
  219. You’ll be a crazy sexy older man.
  220. You’ll likely keep a great deal of your hair.
  221. And probably more of your t-shirts than I care to acknowledge.
  222. You don’t think certain things are “women’s work.”
  223. You are both traditional and progressive.
  224. You seem to really deeply respect the women in your family.
  225. You hold me and the people you love to high standards.
  226. You like low brow humor.
  227. You are a good person to sit at a bar with, involving the people that sit on both sides of you in your conversation.  This is not easy to do.
  228. You never make me feel like I am along for the ride.
  229. You always make me feel like no matter what I will be going home with you.
  230. You are playful.
  231. You don’t hog the covers.
  232. You’ll share your hair brush.
  233. You always let me know when you make plans, I don’t feel like I am the last to know.
  234. You introduced me to some really great people.
  235. You came over every day for three weeks.
  236. You are adventurous.
  237. You are fearless.
  238. You pause the TV when I get up and leave the room.
  239. You don’t smoke it but you love the smell of good grass.
  240. You are a comfortable in our shared silence.
  241. You like dominos.
  242. You like sitting and reading and drinking coffee with me.
  243. You don’t think we need to “do” anything when we have a “date” for it to be special.
  244. You’re teaching me that you love me and to trust that.
  245. You’re not afraid to buy something that makes you smile.
  246. You are patient with Emily.
  247. You are warm when you’re sleeping, but your feet never sweat.
  248. You admit it when you don’t know something.
  249. You ignore my efforts at tantrums.
  250. You put the seat down.
  251. You don’t leave wet laundry in the washing machine.
  252. You always take out the trash.
  253. You  mean it when you say you’d be ok with just me and Emily.
  254. But I believe you when you say that you want to have a baby with me.
  255. You don’t cringe when I talk about the future.
  256. But you live for the moment right now.
  257. You are well read.
  258. You appreciate the classics, but don’t assume something is “great” because it’s “classic.”
  259. I love it when you say something is “good.”
  260. You always ask me if I want you to get something from the store when I don’t feel well.
  261. You gave me hope again.
  262. You make me feel lucky.
  263. You are amazing at finding four leafed clovers.
  264. You embrace my desire to be friendly with the neighbors.
  265. You never put your shoes on the couch.
  266. You are a nerd of epic proportions.
  267. You are a better dancer than you think, I absolutely loved going to RRH with you & Chris.
  268. You never give me the stink eye when I get blotto.
  269. You never deserve the stink eye when you get blotto.
  270. You’re aware of how your moodiness affects me.
  271. You are super, super cute.
  272. You put your hand on my back when I walk by sometimes and it gives me chills.
  273. You are polite to bartenders and waiters.
  274. You’re not full of shit.  At all.
  275. You speak your mind.
  276. You plan fun things for us to do.
  277. You understand why my old friends are important.
  278. You make an effort to include me in things even though I am housebound.
  279. You understand when I am lonely.
  280. You never drink the last beer without mentioning it.
  281. You buy us a secret bag of M&Ms sometimes.
  282. You kiss me when you get “home.”
  283. You understand why I don’t want you to walk out on me when we argue.
  284. You pick your battles.
  285. You’re sexy as a motherfucker.
  286. You always have an umbrella in your car,
  287. You told me that you tipped over Em’s car seat before she did.
  288. You like Amy & Nate.
  289. You said you’d take us to the airport even though it is crazy early.
  290. You always have a book with you.
  291. You turned your claddagh ring around and I noticed.
  292. You kissed me back, our very first kiss and removed any doubt that I might have had about whether or not you’d had as good a time as I had.
  293. You made it both very easy and very difficult to be a lady for five whole days.
  294. I can talk to you about anything.
  295. You fill the ice trays.
  296. You make me feel like something really amazing is happening between us.
  297. You include Emily in our relationship, every step of the way.
  298. You’re our “Mike.”
  299. You swear like a sailor.
  300. You’re Irish.
  301. You give good “family hugs.”
  302. You told me how you felt about when I cry in bed.
  303. You understood when I replied the way that I did.
  304. You will probably always buy cookies from the Girl Scouts.
  305. You can’t help but donate to a charity when asked directly.
  306. You’re sweet.
  307. Your beard is never scratchy.
  308. You gag when you brush your teeth.
  309. You loved the punch balloons.
  310. You’re not afraid to put your arm inside a chicken’s butt.
  311. You make no apologies for your irreverence.
  312. You are mindful of the little things.
  313. You know that a sweeping gesture doesn’t erase a lack of attention to the details.
  314. You would fight for me, for us, for Emily.  Because you believe in this.
  315. You love Stanley.
  316. Your face… when you saw the pigs the first time.  It was too sweet.
  317. Terrible segue, but your face when you first held Gia, I fell in love with you all over again.
  318. You don’t interrupt people.
  319. You understand why it matters to me that you have a relationship with my family .
  320. You’re not sneaky.  Even though you are at times very private.
  321. You don’t try to hurt my feelings.  Ever.
  322. You aspire to “be” something.  And know that I truly support whatever that may be.
  323. You are judgmental without being close minded.
  324. You believe in equality.
  325. You’re not a homophobe.
  326. You really seem to be trying not to chew beer tabs around me.
  327. You like to snuggle on the couch with Ems.
  328. You don’t leave a lot of lights on when you leave the house.
  329. You are an incredible lover.
  330. You are fair.
  331. You’re witty and clever without being biting.
  332. You are adorably baby faced sometimes.
  333. You can tell a good joke.
  334. You remember details of things I’d never recall.
  335. You’re cool.
  336. You like the way the library smells and appreciate real book stores.
  337. You got me Nutter Butters for Christmas.
  338. You always call me when you say you’re going to.
  339. You’re rarely vague.
  340. You make me feel strong and capable and at the same time show me what I need to do to be stronger.
  341. You’re just the right height for me.
  342. You let me wear my leather jacket, even when you really want to wear yours.
  343. You secretly love it that I am a big damn sap.
  344. You don’t mind when I fall asleep on the couch.
  345. You actually remind me of things when I say “Will you remind me to…?”
  346. You don’t seem to mind the mundane details of living.
  347. You let me wear your fabulous tan sweatshirt.
  348. You don’t keep score.
  349. You have a very strong face.
  350. You look me right in the eye when it matters.
  351. You’ll probably save this.
  352. You recognize the need to just calm down sometimes and take a time out.
  353. You are proud.
  354. You smell really good.
  355. You don’t mind that I am peculiar about which side I walk on.
  356. You can take it as well as you dish it out.
  357. You make me feel like I deserve you.
  358. You see our relationship as rock solid.
  359. You put your face against my neck when you hug me.
  360. You make me feel safe.
  361. You  are self conscious, insecure, afraid…. A million things I’d never have guessed.  And you let me in on it.
  362. You trust me.
  363. You’ve given me your whole heart without reservation.
  364. You’re in it for the long haul.
  365. And you have a great ass.  You didn’t think I’d leave that out? Xxoo

Cheers, to a hell of a year, sweetheart.