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I'll file this weekend under "worst weekend with the best husband." Weekends seem to really come out and bite me lately. I don't know if it's because I'm too busy during the week to have time to deal with these things, or if people just choose the two days I have off to ruin my life. I'm not even being over dramatic here. It was a real life ruiner, this one.

But there is this man who leapt across patio and lawn furniture to curl me into his arms and who had no idea what my melt down was about but continued to hold me anyway while I relived some of the most painful memories of my life while two sprinkler men stared at me in disbelief from my neighbors yard and my dad was just angry at me for my doubts.

The same man who took me to a million different stores to find a very specific hanger for some art and told me 7294 times (because that's how many I asked) that no! I didn't look like I'd been crying all morning/shit.

The same man who let me take a nap instead of Saturday night church because I just couldn't function.

The same man who took me to church on Sunday and then laid in bed with me afterwards for two whole hours while I slept and he played brick breaker on his ghetto blackberry with the sticky buttons. Who then didn't force me to go grocery shopping but instead played Mario Bros and watched Blue Planet and wowed with me over all that neatness in one location.

I am so, so thankful for my husband and life partner and best friend. He's the one who stood up when everyone else sat down, and I could not be more proud. We only have one more full weekend to ourselves for who knows how long. His internship starts the following weekend and I start school in Septmeber. Two weeks begins my weekends alone where I'm going to have to get creative with how I spend my time (aka not pouting that I have no one to entertain me or take me thrifting or shopping or lay in bed for hours watching bad reality tv. I've got to make some friends or something.). It means a lot less "us" time. And that makes my heart hurt and my chest tighten and my eyes burn, but it's ok. I can write these little PDA posts to show him just how much I adore him. Just how happy I am for his future. Just how proud I am and how much I admire his patience and stamina. He's great. He has the biggest heart and the softest spirit. I couldn't do this life without him and I'm so incredibly blessed to have him to hold on to in these moments that I can't do anything but fall.