If you're not a fan of mushy posts, turn around right now. This might be one of those.
But not that mushy, because you know, I'm not a very mushy person. In fact, mushiness embarrasses me. (I know he wishes it didn't though.)
After a weekend like this one, I realize how much I love this man.
Not because anything spectacular or romantically wonderful happened. On the contrary, it was a weekend full of things that kept us busy or apart. But in those few short moments that we sat side by side, I knew this is what happiness feels like. Not like the sunshine and rainbows and flowers growing beneath our feet kind. It's the kind that comes through facing challenges and worries and disappointments. The kind that comes through perseverance and encouragement and understanding. The kind that comes from facing all the joys and junk of life.
Together.
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This post made me cry. This last week has been “HECK” but Christopher has been what Jeff is to you. You put down what I have a hard time expressing. Thank you and you are one special woman!
Love you, Sariah! We need to find a way to see each other sometime soon!