I love Steve. I love his smile, his skin, his arms, his face (whether soft and bushily bearded, as now, or end-of-the-day scratchy, or just-shaven smooth), his smell (but not his farts - I'm not THAT gushy), his butt (he has the best butt!) his silliness, his earnestness, his incessant hypotheticals, his explosive passion for the Green Bay Packers, his ability to fix and build stuff (you should see my new spice and oil racks!!), and his uniquely endearing combination of wisdom and naivete. And I love that he accepts and adores all of me - not just my looks and charm and brains and talent and modesty, but also my painfully bad singing voice, my failed baking experiments, my roller-coaster mood swings, my compulsive over-planning, and my obnoxious nagging about the dishes on the counter.
Several months ago, while I was on the downward curve of a particularly lousy mood swing, I apologized to him for being so unpleasant. He responded, "I love you, and I don't expect it to be perfect all the time." And that's when I realized we were in it for the long haul, and we'd be okay - nay, great.
And it isn't perfect all the time. We are real human beings with quirks and moods and weird habits and disgusting bodily functions (except not me with the bodily functions, of course). But we do love each other, and we make each other giggle (and tingle), and we can turn eating leftover chili and watching bad TV movies into a perfect date night.
And that's what it's all about.
Sounds most definitely like you're well-positioning for the long haul.
--Eve
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