Well, I guess the time has come--it's been almost three years and last weekend we had our first fight (at least that i can remember) as a married couple, and when I say fight, I mean--he did something dumb that he admitted was stupid and felt terrible about it, but I was still really hurt over it. So, although I knew i needed to forgive him, it was going to take some time of me not talking to him, him showing up with flowers and chocolates (I didn't realize that was a real sorry gesture), and then me forcing him to talk more about it before I could accept his white flag peace treaty.
Tears and hugs and feelings of betterment followed.
I know i'm lucky to have found someone just right for me. I love him--sometimes things he does really annoys me (i'm sure the feeling's mutual), sometimes I think about what it would be like if I would have chosen someone else to spend my life with, but at the end of any those times, I come back to the realization that he was just the right choose for me.
He's humble, and sweet, and good, and low-drama, he loves me, and we fit.
And so I'm lucky (even if it takes somewhat strange events to remind me just how lucky I am).
Choose a good one, girls.
It's the best investigate you'll ever make.
<<what i wore>>
bracelet//vintage (buy similar here $13)
coral heels//seychelle (buy similar here $50)