My Man

There are two things that should be noted before we move forward. 1) I am vastly aware at how over-used pictures are from this set of our impromtu anniversary photo-shoot but I'm sorry, we aren't avid picture takers and they are going to continue to be used until we have another solid group of pictures to replace the ones from a year ago {insert a huff and puff pity party because I want a real camera} 2) Okay so maybe I just found a way to actually edit pictures and I apologize in advance for the embarrassing slew of very similar images you are going to see in the coming weeks.

So there's that.

The point is, I'm really thankful for this guy. I don't know if it's because he's almost 3 years older than me, or maybe because he's a guy, or because beards somehow give you a superpower in which all glimpses of fear become untraceable, but somehow this guy has had roughly 1/10th of the emotional breakdowns that I've had in the last 2 years. And of course by emotional breakdowns I really just mean crying, which I suppose isn't all that rare in the world of females, but it's a newly discovered outlet for me, thus, all things shall be exaggerated. But I really am just overwhelmingly grateful for the encouragement and hugs and silence and understanding that he has showered over me as I have tried to figure out this thing called "living on your own in a state with no family and I have no idea what I want to do with my life so just, yeah". He's been really amazing. And is a really hard worker. And works to make his dreams come true. And Cash, if you're reading this, I'm proud of you. It takes some real beard {that's my new phrase because let's just be honest, there is no ladylike way to say "balls"} to be able to move to a new city and start a new job. You're a solid guy. And I love you.

PS-I'm mailing you a letter today.