This is him.




He doesn't know that I've been writing about him. He thinks I don't and asks to read one if I do.
And maybe one day I will let him read this one. When I'm ready that is.


Let me just brag about him a little here.


Ever since February started, he has gotten me one gift per week. Then, over Valentine's day weekend, he fixed my kitchen sink and bike. Then despite of his own belief of how stupid Valentine's day is, he still dressed up nicely for me and took me to Ikea, my favorite spot for my first official Valentine's day. Then we proceeded to set our friends up there, which was awesome.



I feel lucky. I am lucky.




And I am grateful.