I think I’ve figured it out
You know you’ve found your (for lack of a better word) soulmate when you are at your absolute craziest and they still love you. Not only do they love you, but they are barely even phased by your breed of crazy.
I’ve been so stressed and so anxious and so focused on work and side projects that I know I’ve been a bear to be around for the past few weeks (my control freak tendencies have been at an all-time high). I asked Aaron how awful I was to live with, on a scale from one to ten, and he said “Hmmm…. 3?”
THREE? I was expecting eight. Or nine. Three?
I know this is completely cheesy, but it’s just like in Bridget Jones’s Diary when Mark Darcy tells Bridget that he loves her, just as she is.
As it happens, I love him too. Just as he is.
It’s also sort of irresistible that he lets me take pictures of him wearing ridiculous hats. And he POSES.
And then we laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes and I realize how incredibly lucky I am.
