Do you love me?

I want to write on here more than I have been but, mostly, I just want to write about how happy happy I am. But then I worry that I'd be one of those annoying people who broadcast every bit of perfectly perfect goodness in their lives just to...be annoying. But then I remember that almost no one reads this blog and those who do are people I love and if they're gonna find me obnoxious they've likely already done so by now. I also remembered that I generally don't care what other people think and that it's most important to just be honest in all things. So if I'm feeling like the luckiest wife in the world, then that's how I'm feeling. 

I do really feel insanely happy these days. And when I say "insanely," I use that word mindfully. Because, let's be honest, I work with "insane" every week and know what it looks like and sometimes, I think I might be just the littlest bit insane with love. Just the littlest. Like when I'm clenching my teeth together so hard whenever I see him that I have to remind myself to take it easy because we don't have dental insurance. (I do the same thing when I see a puppy that is so cute I might explode.) Or that one time I was trying to be angry with him but had to close my eyes because when I'd see that cutest face, I couldn't not smile. So frustrating. And then there was a night earlier this week when we were listening to a new Guster song and started dancing in the living room which quickly turned into us holding each other by the arms and jumping up and down together again and again just because we're that crazy happy.

You're dry heaving now. I know. 

Oh well. You love me.