... it is still the real thing. For the past week, Kevin and I have battled the completion of one beast of a project, an intense head cold and coordinating our friends for my 27th birthday festivities this weekend.
Considering I had the head cold and Kevin had the rest of it, I fared better. He never ceases to amaze. Ever since I met him, I've always said that he is impressive. And my birthday was no exception. We spent a lovely Saturday with 8 of our closest friends jetting from one winery to the next in a kick ass limo, complete with fried chicken and beer.
There are so many stories I don't know where to start. I think it is the final one that says it all. We all crashed at my parent's house. All 10 of us scattered throughout the house. Since I was one of the last to turn in, I got the floor. Kevin shortly followed. I woke up with him next to me in my makeshift nest with an empty couch immediately to my left.
The conversation went like this:
Me: "Baby, why didn't you sleep on the couch?"
Him: "I wasn't going to let you sleep on the floor by yourself."
It just proves that when the dust settles and my birthday fades to black I already have the best present. A man who loves me enough to bypass the couch and sleep right beside me on the floor. It is so simple but sometimes the hardest thing to do. He's with me - straightforward, honest and without measure.
To many more simple days :)
HP
