Fell in Love with a Boy

A funny thing happened on the way to my friend's wedding. I met a boy and fell in love.

It's been a long four years. And I won't lie, it's not been the happily ever after ending I thought it would be.

He's not perfect - he says "What?" more often than not when responding to something I've said. He remembers things I wish he'd forget and forgets just about everything else. He's dirty. And I don't mean in a fun, deep husky voice "What are you wearing ?" kind of way. I mean he works hard for a living and he comes home filthy and spreads his love on everything he touches. But he makes me laugh and looks into my eyes and doesn't look away. He is truly the most patient man when it comes to dealing with me. It is the right combination of persistence and patience that he has with me that just works. Which is a feat. After all, I am a piece of work.

He's curious. Which means he tries things. I like that. Sometimes he fails, but other times he succeeds. Sometimes he takes my advice (although begrudgingly) and then sometimes he doesn't. But on a Saturday afternoon when I pull in the drive way and spy a beautiful new gate to the backyard staring back at me, one I said we didn't need, but never the less looks so beautiful I cannot find the words to complain, I am so grateful he doesn't always listen.

He tries, and he gets it wrong (A LOT) but then again, when I least expect it he gets it right. Wrapping his arms around me answering me, "Why? Because I love you and I need you. That's why." I'm just so thankful he never gives up.