shawndaddy

I often write about my love life... my life with Christa, only to keep it to myself out of a fear of coming off as smug and arrogant.

However, today I don't really give a damn. I'm tired of keeping quiet about what makes me the happiest.

I wake up to poetry written on mirrors and tiny scraps of paper hidden throughout our home. Words that connect with my very soul and make me feel more whole than I ever thought possible.

I go to bed with the greatest lover I have ever known and I wake up with my best friend in the world.

I've read a thousand journals about how happy people are...how amazing their boyfriend/ girlfriend/ spouse is, and how they're "the happiest couple in the world".

I read it and I smile (assuredly, rather smugly) because I know that most people will never know love like this... and that's a thought that will forever humble me.