I sat here for 10 minutes trying to figure out a title for this post. How do you sum up the greatest love of a lifetime in a one-liner? Answer: You don’t.
The Boy typically likes to proofread my posts, to avoid inadvertent “chalk-full” instead of “chock-full,” taming my absurd sense of humor, and limiting my random tangents. He is good like that, but he won’t get to proof this one. Please forgive all fox paws (get it? Like faux pas? Maybe I do need that proofreading .. ).
If you follow us on Facebook, or have the pleasure of shaking your head in disbelief at our insanity in real life, then you have heard that we are blissfully betrothed. The Boy got down on one knee after a long day of laying floors, and asked me to be his lobster, in not so many words. I am not even sure what he said, because although I have known this day would arrive, I was so surprised, overwhelmed, and wishing I had opted to shower, that I guess I blacked out. And I definitely got some sawdust or something in my eye. Both eyes, actually. It was weird.
But then I said yes. Emphatically yes.
Many years ago, after a few long term but just not “right” relationships, my sister asked me what exactly I was looking for in a mate. I told her I wasn’t sure, I was just positive I hadn’t found it yet. She lovingly warned me not to hold out for some fairy tale that I might never find. I am pretty sure she is thrilled to be wrong. We are not perfect, but we are perfect for each other, and I love The Boy more every single day.
MDT, The Boy. There is no one I would rather share these crazy, exciting, exhausting, hilarious adventures with. I love you.
Now get back to work, because you have agreed to be my unpaid subcontractor for life. No backing out now.