the stress from dealing with children parading as adults.

the sheer delight - of shared looks, and drinks, and music. Of festivals and going to sleep together and waking up together. dinners and texts and I love you's.

the work - working on the relationship, being light with each other, work parties, getting up every morning and doing the damn thing, even when its cloudy, even in the hot summer sun.

the everyday Saturday ness that made me fall in love with him. There is no love, only proofs of love. Feeling proved, proving. The easy arch of a back. Dishes, massages, crosswords, problem solving. Moving forward. Talking it out.

I feel good and happy and warm.

And trying to get over the daily aggravations - loud coworkers, short emails, things that are up in the air. And focus on the good, even blessings.

Sometimes, fuck it, long dinners with best friends.

Tonight - a baseball game, tomorrow taking out his sister before she leaves on an epic study abroad in africa. Today - lunch together, bringing me the tie dye we made in his parents backyard. And Indian food and exploring new lunch spots in DC, and restaurant weeking. Cabs and standing up for myself and falling into the best arms.

shows: orange is the new black, white collar, friends. Miss you already mad men.
concerts: firefly, Simon & g, freefest, cap cities, ANI.
podcast: stitcher, NPR daily news, pchh, nerdfitness, the daily boost, the TV clique, in bed with Joan (rivers).
chomps: kale salad, black bean dillas, medium rare BGRs, pretzel crisps, hard ciders, mojitos on rooftops and patios.

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