Anyone who knows me at all knows I've never been much of a relationship girl. I'd never had interest in a commitment to a man that would lesson my ability to be completely selfish. That's the glory of being in your 20's right? You can do whatever you want, with whoever you want, whenever you want. I was happy living my life in that frame of mind until one year ago tomorrow. One year ago, I fell in love with a boy named Christopher Wayne Carter. Please excuse the sappiness that follows...
Chris and I met at a mutual friend's house in June 2007 and had a short conversation about our shared love of the Beach Boys. Back then, I had no idea he would have changed my life the way he has. After a long, exhausting game of cat and mouse, we finally sat down together on our first official date...March 15Th, 2008. We had a cliched, horribly awkward dinner and saw an extremely sappy movie. I loved every minute of it. At the end of the night, he leaned and whispered to me that he had been praying for God to bring someone special into his life, and he knew it had to be me. From that moment on, I was in. I must admit, I am more than a little embarrassed and surprised with myself for even taking note of this day, and being such a "girl", but it is what it is. I've always made fun of couples who celebrate their "anniversaries" when they're not even married, but now I'm one of the silly sentimental ones. Go figure.
On this day, I feel it's only necessary to share my thoughts of this wonderful person. While this blog is directed toward simple pleasures, Chris is definitely a leading contender for what makes me truly cherish life. He makes me happy. He makes me happy every single day.
He knows how to love me. Since I've had him, I've never had to open a car door for myself. He lets me dominate conversations because he knows I love the attention. He cooks delicious meals for me. He pets the back of my head and kisses my forehead when I'm upset. He understands that no matter how much I love him, DayLa still comes first. He just smiles and hugs me when I make an ass out of myself on a daily basis. He's not embarrassed when I wear stretchy pants in public. He dances with me in my living room whenever I've had too much red wine. He worships the Lord with me. He sings karaoke (although very reluctantly). He remembers everything I say, even when I don't. He encourages me to work out, but always turns his head when I reach for another cinnamon roll. He takes me to the park. He loves to see live music with me. He has the strangest sense of humor and always makes me laugh. He doesn't let my indecisiveness bother him. He knows that I'm crazy, and acclimates himself to my mood. He tells me I'm beautiful almost every day. He constantly pushes me to better my life and be happier. He allows me to be as free as I want, with no excuses necessary. He buys me stupid little gifts that he knows I'll like. He listens intently while I ramble about my critical views of worldly issues, religion, politics, and society. His family and friends treat me as if I were one of them. He loves to meet my family and friends. He inspires me to be kind, open minded, and remember my morality. He's (sometimes brutally) honest with me. He tells me he loves me every day, and I know he means it.
We are both starting new chapters in our lives soon, and are excited that we are given the chance to do it together. I don't know what the future holds for me, but this past year has been one that I hold dear and I'll never forget. I thank Chris for that.
My boyfriend makes me happy.
2 years ago