The whole goddamn world is on fire.
And I don’t want to talk about it.
Today I have squishy feelings because it was nine years ago that I went on a date with a boy I met on the internet. We sat in a Caribou halfway between our respective homes and talked for eight hours. The weather was snow-raining and gray and cold, which is exactly what is happening outside my window right now.
Nine years of my life with this guy.
I say it every time, but it feels like yesterday and a lifetime ago.
We don’t actually celebrate our dating anniversary since we got married, but it’s hard not to at least acknowledge it.
I met him at my absolute lowest point.
He saved my life.
There’s no other way to put it.
Here is a picture of Emerson Mouse hanging from my hair.
This is a highly accurate representation of the goofy-ass things my Robert will do to make me laugh on a daily basis. And especially when it feels like the world is caving in on itself.
I love him.