...and not itchy. Not even a little bit.
Today, Steven and I have been together for seven years. To give you some perspective, that's 26% of my life. This morning when my alarm went off, he not-too-subtly bolted out of bed while I waited for my second alarm, left the house, then came home and demanded I get back into bed so he could serve me breakfast, while loudly singing a made-up song at me.
When I said I needed to get ready to catch the bus, he said, "Oh, you think you're taking the bus? You're not taking the bus, ya bird brain. You're such a bird brain". Which he thought was hilarious. And then he got up and drove me to work.
My friend recently said about marriage, "It's about feeling like you're lucky to be with the person. You should both feel like the other person is a little too good for you". She's a smartie.