Luckiest Girl... in the WORLD

OK, my posts lately have been a bit on the down side. I promise, today breaks that cycle.

I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

For the last few weeks, I've been majorly stressed - borderline psychotic. The littlest things set me off. Yet, everyday I come home to a loving and patient fiance. The man is AMAZING! I often ask him "why do you put up with me?" And he can't come up with a single reason as to why he WOULDN'T put up with me.

Today, I started thinking about when we began dating. Every day we would send each other text messages tell the other how head over heels we are. We would talk every day. Every weekend was magical.

Then we moved in together.

The text messages became few and far between. The weekends became time to clean the house and spend time with the dog(s). When we get home from work and school, the last thing we want to do is rehash our day. Yet, he always tells me I'm beautiful - even when I feel like crap. He always tells me he loves me - even when I'm not feeling very lovable.

Today, a friend confided to me some relationship issues. It made me realize how lucky I am to have the man.

On August 8, I will be married to the man. He will "officially" be my man. As my dad says, I will "officially" be his problem. I can't wait to be "his problem".