All You Need is Love
January 31, 2010
So this entry is a little personal, more about whats been on my mind lately and less about what’s going on outside of it.
Anyone that follows me on Twitter or knows me in real life knows that I’ve had a terrible cold for the last two or three days. Hopefully I’ve reached the end part of it, but who knows. It’s one of those knock down colds where you give up trying to present yourself as anything but pathetic because its impossible. I’m not a particularly elegant nose-blower, and yesterday at work I didn’t even mind that I sounded like a herd of elephants in our quiet upstairs newsroom because my head was too full of goo to have any room left for caring.
And despite all this and the fact that I drool like crazy when I’m asleep because I can’t breathe through my nose, Joe has stuck around and cared for me. He made me grilled cheese and soup in bed yesterday so I wouldn’t have to get up. He bought me cough drops and dayquil and put up with my disgusting germy self to cuddle with me.
On Monday when I nearly put my foot through a solid bathroom door he drove to the store for athletic tape for my poor (fortunately unbroken) toe and came back with a pint of my favorite ice cream.
He is one of the only people to really truly make me feel good about myself and my body and when he tells me I’m beautiful I believe him.
We’ve got a somewhat messy back story to the point that we used to joke about how it wouldn’t be us if it wasn’t twisted up somehow. Fortunately that’s no longer the case and we’re now just a few days short of five months together.
I’m certain that this is It and yet I still find myself in a state of unbelieving from time to time. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve someone as attentive and thoughtful and supportive and willing to go out of their way (and a million other things that I won’t list as I’d probably cap out the work count) as he is but it must have been big. He doesn’t care that I want to save the world or that I have no balance and I’m constantly tripping over things or that I nearly almost always get us killed when I drive, and I love that our pillow talk often wanders onto topics like the mechanics of light-sabers. He brings out the best in me just by being himself and that’s more then I would dare even hope for from anyone.
Love you Joeface.
