I just saw that our blog is on 156 posts, and I thought, "Hey, that's really good!" And then I realized 135 of those are our list posts! Which, I mean, is still good ... but it means we only just barely got past 20 posts the whole time we were blogging before the list.
I really thought we had done more! It sure felt like more ... didn't it?
The one hundred and thirty-fifth thing I love about us is that we could be one of those couples who finish each other's sentences, and they would be the most marvelous sentences if we did ... even though the end of the sentence would not necessarily resemble the beginning of it in any way.
The better-not-be-unlucky-fourth thing I love about us is, you're always there even when you're not right there!
The one hundred and thirty-third thing I love about us is walking into a room and from the lingering scent of your perfume knowing that you were just there.
The better-not-be-unlucky-second thing I love about us is, we're both very funny. I mean, we have very different senses of humor but we still crack each other up all the time.
The one hundred and thirty-first thing I love about us is going to the make-believe beach. Feeling the make-believe sand between our toes without actually getting it all over us. Hearing the wild wisdom of seagulls on the wing ... without worrying one might poop in our hair. Smelling the salt of the sea air and having the sea breeze whip our hair, without the sense of oceanic minerals crusting our skin and without having to take a strong brush to tame our blond tangles.
And holding your hand for real, which makes all of it equally real.
The better-not-be-unluckieth thing I love about us is, we're not very superstitious at all. But I'm still being careful with these next few listies!
The one hundred and twenty-ninth thing I love about us is knowing.
Knowing that we are so right together.
Knowing that I will wake up tomorrow and have another extraordinary day of you being in my life.
Knowing the wonders that dwell in the depths of your soul.
The one hundred twenty-eighth thing I love about us is that you're pretty good about helping me with my impatience. And with my laziness.
Honestly, just about everything that's wrong with me, you're good at helping with!
The one hundred twenty-seventh thing I love about us is the perfection of our repartee. You have a beautiful gift for expressing thoughts that pluck the very best words from me that I can find. There's no effort in it at all. We commune almost as much as we communicate.
The one hundred twenty-sixth thing I love about us is the way we don't let things that don't matter matter. I think a lot of people expect things because they're supposed to expect them and then they get disappointed when the things don't happen the way they expected. But first off, we only expect things from each other because we actually know whether we really can expect those things of each other. And also, if the things we expect are small, and they don't happen, who cares? There are so many big things about us, how could small things matter?
Finally, it's like this -- whenever a big thing I expect about us doesn't happen the way I expect it to happen, it's pretty much always because whatever does happen is a surprise that's even better than I could imagine.
Just read your latest post, and now I'm going to come find you and do my best to return that insanely amazing kiss.