So I was watching that silly Sex in the City show that I not-so-secretly love when I realized how lucky I am to have this great man by my side. The show is filled with these men with thier big flaws and fights and such and I have this great, strong, loving, gorgeouse man who loves me and thinks I'm beautiful and is great in bed. Yay me and yay us. Watching Carrie worry about how Big had this "thing about stuff" and the prissy one with her pseudo-gay lover, I realized I have the best of both of those worlds. My lover is sensitive and caring and admitedly dreams of us living together. If he was old enough to have his own place, I could leave all my stuff there. How great for me. So, here's a little yay out into the cosmos at way too late in the night for my man.
Thank you for being you. I love you.
