Excuse Me While I Gush


































I am not necessarily the easiest person to be in a relationship with. 
I swear like a trucker when I'm sewing Ugly Christmas sweaters, or when I'm trying to do my hair for a formal dinner. 
I get grumpy when I don't sleep for twelve hours, or when I realize that I didn't pack enough clothing. 
I am notorious for not finishing my dinner, taking the leftovers, and then forgetting about them in the truck for five days. 
When I get nervous I say "like" a lot, I say dumb things, and I talk too much.

And he handles it like a champ. 
Every single time. 

I'm a pretty lucky gal.