Can I tell you a secret?

I have a confession to make about my relationship: I still have butterflies. After so many months, trials and tribulations that challenge any partnership, I still have butterflies. Sometimes they lie dormant for a few days, but they always come back, and thinking about the man who put them there makes me smile, grin, and then giggle like I'm 14 again. Does the "honeymoon" phase of a relationship really exist? All of the girl mags tell you that it should start fading after anywhere from 6 to 12 months... So I either am totally crazy, or I have actually found the real thing. That love that every person strives for, and so few ever actually find.

I dream of him, even when his arm is around me, and he lays breathing gently against my neck while I sleep. When I wake up, I don't want to get out of bed, not because I don't want to start the day, or because I want more sleep, but because I don't want to leave the little cocoon of blankets, warmth, and bliss that surrounds us as we lay in bed. I wait for him to come home like it is the first night he has come home to me.  I really prefer his company to anyone else, almost always.  We have so much fun together that it cannot possibly be legal.  I feel his love and support in everything that I do, and I believe that he feels mine.  Our lives are growing more and more together, and the thought comforts and excites me at the same time.

I can't imagine my life without him.  Not in the "I would die if he ever left me..." kind of way, but in the sense that I just literally have trouble picturing my future without him in it.  Hell, I almost have trouble remembering my past, before him.  It seems strange to think of a time when we were not together. 

Maybe this is a little sappy, but its the truth, and sometimes you just have to shout the truth from the proverbial rooftops, right?  : )

Happy Friday!!