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.