2 years ago, I met a guy with a fresh tattoo (who took his shirt off 30 seconds after intros...to show me said tattoo) at a dinner arranged by mutual friends. I could tell you, in exacting detail, about that dinner...Dan laughs that I remember so much. It's easier to sum it up with this...
We met. And in an instant...we knew.
He is my best friend. He knows how to make me laugh. He knows when I need comfort. He knows what drives me crazy (and yet STILL insists on scraping the fork with his teeth). He appreciates me. He acknowledges me. He is smarter than me, for sure, which is a challenge that I had long craved. He teaches me, and learns from me. We both brought our whole lives into this relationship...the "messy middle" as Brene Brown calls it...and we've endured the chaos & struggle that sometimes comes along with that. And two years later, we understand that this is it, and it is perfect.
So much love for this guy. He's definitely my favorite.