Thursday, July 14, 2011
Three years ago today, I met that guy I call my Mister in a little town called Birmingham, Alabama. We've since spent the weekends, holidays and any spare moment in between flying to each other, roadtripping, planning our next vacation, spending family time together, laughing, crying, loving and learning. Lots of flier miles, lots of text messages, lots of phone minutes, boxes of cards, letters, picture albums... it's work, for sure. But we do more than make it work. He's the best guy I know.
I love having him as my best friend. There's no one on the planet I love talking to more. He's my stronghold, my chauffeur, my listening ear, my comedian, my own personal rock star.
He spoils me rotten and is (usually) crazy attentive and intuitive.
To quote some Maroon 5 for you, "it's not always rainbows and butterflies," and to say we're alike is a vast understatement--which is good and sometimes not. ;) But I'll earnestly take the ride with him over anything with anyone else, any day of the week.
So here's to more birthday surprises, tampa trips, late-night omelettes, facetiming (not for too much longer!), menchie's, rib feasts with our birmingham favs, charlay murphay, a/v chatter, shazaaming, personalized receipts, crab cakes & vino, tulip chairs, and most importantly... lots and lots of snugs.
I love you, baby!! Thank you for being my best friend.
...and if you'll excuse me, I'm off to enjoy a fabulous weekend with my mister! Au revoir!