I'm completely in love with my life. Since the last time I've blogged several things have changed. My Giant (Arvada Boy) has moved up to the burbs and so have I. No, we aren't living together. I know that concept is foreign to a lot of people and we actually catch a lot of grief from it from a surprising source: his family! I just don't want to cheat myself out of a wedding. What's to stop my Giant from telling me: well, we live together and act like we're married, and in my heart I FEEL married. What's a ring and a piece of paper have to do this us? Since I really kinda like him, I don't wanna cut him :) I live about 3 miles from him so it's nice to be close. At first I thought living in the burbs was gonna suck but I REALLY like it. I like listening to the crickets outside my bedroom window instead of the drunks screaming and yelling. I like being able to walk my neighborhood late at night and don't have to worry about the junkies in the allies or being harassed by the drunks stumbling down the streets. Yes, the burbs have their problems too, I know this but I am enjoying living there.
My relationship with my Giant hasn't been this great in a while. Since his move, he's been so much happier! YAY! And even when things get him down, he's quicker at telling me what is wrong, instead of bottling all that inside of him.
It's the little random things in life that I love: Like my Giant reaching over to hold my hand while we're watching a movie. Him scaring the mess outta me when I'm getting dressed in the am, and am walking around in undies by reaching out to smack me in the booty as I walk by. Him laughing as he rolls over to go back to sleep and says: That was a good one! Or saying crazy things like we're getting married in Vegas. Things like my girlfriend in Cali who sends me a random text that simply says: *hugs* or my Tennessee girl who will text me an: "i love you!".
Sometimes I'm scared what I'm experiencing right now is the calm before the storm. Either way, I'm relishing in life and couldn't be happier.
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