Shouting from Rooftops

I love my man! Two years ago this week I met DH2U. My life has been better ever since.

We met on an dating site. It was his looks (sooooooooo my type!) and his sense of humor that drew me to him. To the question, “What personal information are you willing to reveal here?”, his response was, “Revealing personal information online? What could possibly go wrong?!?!?”. I was hooked.

Our holiday travel schedules kept us from meeting for more than a month after first contact. It was well worth the wait. He was even more handsome than his picture and just as wonderful as I had hoped. I didn’t want our time together to end.

The best thing about having a blog of your own is you can occasionally do things like send a love letter in a very public way to the one who makes your life brighter every day. Thank you, everyone, for humoring me as I do this.

Dear Sweetheart,

Having you in my life makes me want to be a better me. You inspire me to be my best. Through your example, I am working to be more patient, although I will leave the humility to you.

Thank you for being an incredibly insightful sounding board, and for being gentle enough with me to make me want to use it!

You humor my eccentricities and encourage most of them (especially when food creation is involved!). My bright shiny things don’t distract you, even if my affinity for 80s music does!

Your resourcefulness never fails to astonish me. You are my MacGyver, able to fix and/or repurpose things I never would have thought possible, much less attempt on my own.

At times you know me better than I do. You are the one that accurately defined my comfortable temperature range as 78 – 85, and you just shake your head as I plop down on the couch wearing a sweat suit while you are in shorts and a tshirt. You even know I need things that I didn’t dream existed: How could I possibly have survived my whole life to this point without a stuffed pig I could shove my feet into?

These two years have been quite a roller coaster ride for both of us. Thank you for holding my hand through it all. I would not have wanted to be sitting next to anyone else.

I love you.

Tammy