On Father's Day

Meeting Jason (again) was kind of like coming home. All the pieces fell together so well and so quickly. I remember one of the first rendezvous (you couldn't call it a date) we had. He kept saying my name. It's funny when people say my name because it's unusual and it sounds unusual when they say it, like they are unsure. But he was so sure and it gave me chills every time he said it. Then when we started seeing each other more purposefully he was always giving me little spontaneous compliments. Like we would be talking and I would smile at something he said and he would say, "Oh, I love that. I love your smile." After our first "real" date I rushed home to change (we both had other dates to go to that night), and then couldn't get him out of my mind. In fact, I remember that my heart ached and I was physically sick because I wanted to be with him. I was so scared and so sure that he was the one I was going to marry. He was everything that I had ever made a list about (you've all done it). It's funny trying to get along with someone all of the time. But honestly, Jason is probably one of the easiest people in the whole world to get along with. He has mellowed me a lot and I fear that I have un-mellowed him a little. I love everything about him. I love how his brain is always going. I love that he has remodeled our house 87 times in his head. I love his laugh. I love that life is fun for him. I love that he is always making goals. I love that he always puts his shoes away. I hate mating his socks, but I love that he has a logical method (it makes me laugh). I love that he can remember what he did on August 15 2007, but he can't remember that we have already seen a particular movie. I love knowing that given any disaster I have access to the one person that will be able to save us all. I love that he is ticklish. I love that I get to be the one that he comes home to. I really really really love the feel of his arms around me--it's the safest place in the world. I love that we get to be together forever and ever and ever. I hope other people are as happy as I am. I have a hard time believing that they could be because I have so much. But maybe...