I married the first boy I ever kissed.*
He is my best friend. He knows who I am and how I am and why I am how I am. And he still sticks around. With my crazy ideas. My sudden whims. My rules that last for about two days, only to be replaced by newer better ones.
He understands my moods. And that alone is a heroic accomplishment.
He truly wants only one thing in life. He would tell you if you asked. He would say it with complete candor. He just wants Ian and I to be happy. More than saving the world. Or growing our own veggies. Or reducing our carbon footprint. Or being the most amazing science teacher imaginable. Or anything.
And if I think about it too long, it overwhelms me. It is so pure and honest and real.
And for that I love him.
*and strangely, still feel funny admitting the kiss, knowing my mom will read this!
