Found some bits of my old blog clinging to life out there in the vast interwebses of this wide world. A little blurb I tapped out about my darling Lazybones, about the time that he and I got engaged.

That’s why I hear it whispered in my ear when I’m being held close in the night, “I love you so much.” Because he knows that I feel the same way. That I’d do anything on earth for him. That he makes me happy even when I snap and growl and seem incurably grumpy. I know that when I am feeling like life slapped me in the face with a dump truck that he will squeeze me and tell me it’s okay. I know that he faced a major incident in our relationship (just a week or so into it, mind you) with uncommon kindness, dedication, and an extraordinary calm. I was climbing the walls and he reassured me. I fell in love with him then and there. I didn’t tell him right then. I remembered all the times I fell hard for someone and was faced with being shut out, or cheated on, or ignored, or just left there feeling like that dump truck must have been loaded with boulders this time. He showed me love, he handled my insecurities, and called me Bitchface. I loved him more every minute, I gave him ten thousand kisses every day, and I called him Fuckface. We wrote notes to one another on the paper placemats at IHOP, and passed them back and forth till our waitress thought we were nuts. We held hands, spent money, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. He wanted to move in together. Buy a house. Make babies. I told him that I was afraid of the M-word (mortgage) and he seemed afraid of the other M-word (marriage). I said that once one of us had to go somewhere for any length of time, he would miss me and decide that he wanted to marry me. (I wish I had put money on this one, I was so dead-on.)When he nervously started to hint around about it, I found myself crying, overwhelmed with how much I love him and how happy and good our life is.

I love my pain-in-the-ass husband. More now than I did then.

And yes… I know it’s pretty lame to dredge up old blog posts and recycle them, but this is the one part of that blog that is worth saving.