Oh, it's been ages!
A terribly long time, indeed. And in case you were wondering why it's been so long between this post and the last, his name is Chase Porter. You'd think maybe I'd want to write all about getting swept off my feet. But as it turns out, being swept off your feet is a continuous process that takes up a lot of time. About six months to be exact. But don't think that just because I'm writing now that the sweeping has ended. I should think not!
It's more like I'm surfacing because I've finally managed to reconcile a constant state of bliss with my every-day real life. I think another reason I didn't write (and didn't write about being swept) is that it is all so incredibly saccharine. I mean like, totally puke worthy. Unless of course, you happen to be the star. Then it's all delightful and a big ole bowl of cherries. I do, however, keep tabs on the reaction of others around me, and I try to keep all the lovey-dovey gooey-wooey stuff to myself for the most part.
My mother and Louise do enjoy jumping in that bowl of cherries and swimming around in it. They're probably the only ones without a gag reflex and truly love watching two fools fall in love. Everyone else clutches their stomach and runs for the bathroom. Well, there is one way to clear a room. And we're pros at it.
We've taken trips together for fun and for more fun. We cook for each other and we read to each other. We take care of each other when ill or tired and we rub each other's feet. We text all throughout the day and meet for lunch when we can. We spend every evening together and feel the seams of ourselves tearing when we have to part for the night. We open ourselves up to new experiences with each other and try new things. We take naps together and swing in the hammock. We spoil Rosie rotten and take her for walks. We talk about the future and share stories of our past. We say exceptionally nice things to each other and watch with glee as the biggest smile breaks forth. We love each other.
I'm not sure what I imagined when I thought about falling in love... but the actual exerience has far surpassed anything I could have imagined. He's so wonderful and so kind and so thoughtful and so perceptive that I have to fight the feelings of complete surprise and wonder that he's fallen for me. I've learned never to question the good in life. But accept it with open arms and then give out all kinds of good too. That way, there's a stream of goodness following me around all day. Seems good, yeah?!
Anyway, after all that gushing, I've slighted raised my own gag reflex. But I just can't help it! I'm in all kinds of love and I just can't see straight anymore. I have to admit that I prefered this skewed view. It's a lot merrier.
So there you have it. The truth is out. And now, maybe, I'll return to some sort of normal blogging schedule and find the time to talk about something other than being ridiculously in love. Here's hoping!! (back a paper bag for future viewing in case the sacchrine level breeches your ability to contain it)
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