And Then My Mind Was Blown

Back in April I wrote a post titled "Love Always, Your Future Partner in Crime", which was recently brought to my attention by a non-blogging reader I often interact with on Twitter (Hi, Lisa!) (Admittedly, one of my favorite readers to interact with.). She told me to go re-read it because it even gave her the chills knowing where I am now and how much has changed over the course of the seven months since I wrote that letter. 

Today I, kind of, want to dissect said letter/post a little bit because that's part of the fun of being a blogger, right? We get to go back and reflect on where we were seven months ago, one year ago, or whenever it is, and that's pretty cool. Like I've said before, blogging really is like a time machine.  

"I will never refer to you as "hubby", "hubs", or other rendition of the word "husband". I just wont, it isn't my style."

I will stand by that very first line like my life depends on it. One, because bear and I are not married, aka referring to him as "hubby" would be more obnoxious than watching a reality show featuring Heidi and Spencer Pratt. And two, because even though my heart's gone a bit soft since that post, I still flinch at the sight or sound of the words mentioned above, nothing ruins my appetite quite like the sound of the word "hubby". Let's just stick with bear, it's stuck around for a solid 5+ years, by far more people than just myself, and who am I to change that? No one, that's who.

Also, I'm not going into our nicknames because they're even more ridiculous than the ones I made example of in the post at hand and also, 99% of you wouldn't even be able to decipher said names. You're welcome.

"If your name is Nick just go ahead and change it now."

Winner winner, delicious chicken dinner. Not an issue. Things 1-28 on my Facebook list of things I'm thankful for in November: this right here. As instructed, this portion of the letter can be disregarded.

Moving on...

"There's also a good chance there will always be an empty wine glass or two on my nightstand."

Exhibits A-C:

Hashtag hold me.
Hashtag I think I'll keep him.
Forever.

"On Sunday's I really like going out to brunch and drinking my weight in cheap champagne mixed with some type of fruit juice. "

Thank sweet baby Jesus, so does bear. We're still in the disgusting, new, phase that makes most people queasy (Errr, Shan.), so I haven't actually wanted, per say, to go on said girl's-only dates often, but I survived the few I've been on, so I suppose I can give a thumbs up on this one.

"And by college football being simply the best, I mean Florida State football is simply the greatest of all time."

And then I started dating a Miami Hurricane. OOPS. (Go NOLES)

"...I like to think you'll learn to embrace this part of me, or hopefully you can just be my loud counter part."

Grab that net and catch that beautiful butterfly, pal, because I found myself my very own loud counter part. Bonus points, he's known about this characteristic of me all along so I didn't have to hide this bag of tricks in the closet and pretend I'm capable of behaving like an adult in a public setting. Holler for that dollar.

"I'll always put you first, even when I shouldn't, and I'll always be your partner in crime." 

Mushy mushy, so gross, but so true. Let out a big sigh, and cover your eyes if you have a sensitive stomach, because what I'm about to say might make you slightly (really) pukey... but I finally want to put someone first and I feel like I always should. I'm the luckiest girl in the world to call bear my partner in crime. *Barf bags can be found in the seat pocket directly in front of you*


and then the part that just puts the entire letter into perspective, at least for me, keep those barf bags handy:

"Can't wait to meet you! And if we already know each other, well, I can't wait to have my mind blown. *poof*"

We spent half of our lives seeing each other through everything and now, here we are, my mind is, most definitely, blown.

Lastly, if that part before didn't get me, this part most certainly did:

"I come up with a lot of new business venture ideas on the regular and I know they all might not be the million dollar ideas that I present them as but I just need you to be supportive."

I just, I just can't even begin to elaborate. So, once again, I'll let the pictures do the talking.

And on that most disgusting and sappy note, which I'm sure plenty of you are wishing for the heartless Whit to surface again right about now, I'm out of here for the day.

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