Love is Patient

I think I rode into town today on a cloud of fury. I was tired, not feeling well, and in an all around bad mood, due to some difficulties I've been suddenly facing with some friends. I'm afraid I took it out on Nick this morning, and he wasn't happy about it; but he didn't yell at me, either. He's so patient and quiet and sweet.

(Thanks, Nick for putting up with me, even when I am louder than I am little. I thank God every day for you.)

Its not every day a guy comes along that loves you for who you are, even when you've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, have a bad hair day (or month, even), and even when you worry too much (which drives him crazy).

I love his short little emails of encouragement and cheer when he knows that I'm down. Well... I could go on an on, but I'll save you from drowning in mushy sentiments. But for me, he's the guy who rides the white horse (the lone ranger/cowboy that girls dream about to rescue them from a life of certain peril and boredom). And he's mine; which is amazing and wonderful when I think about this fact, and the fact that he loves me too. I guess he came along on his horse snd swept me away, and its been an adventure ever since.

With all that, I couldn't help it -- I fell in love -- he just broke down all the walls I had up and melted the ice around my heart. I really didn't think I was gonna love again. I didn't want to love again. But I dunno, you talk to a person for hours and all of the sudden you know them. And then one day, you're talking to this person about something stupid and unimportant, like whether marmalade is worth eating at all (no); and you are hit with the realization that you are madly in love with this person. And you don't know how it happened, but it changes your whole world. And you want to burst into song for no reason and talk about him non-stop.

And here I am talking non-stop again...