What I've learned these past two years is that the best love is finding someone who stands by you even when you're not worth loving. So, I woke up the morning of January 1st, to Paul asleep with his arms around me. This would seem like a normal situation to most people but, it is definitely NOT normal for Paul. He is such a weirdo that it is impossible for him to fall asleep if someone is touching him. Not even with a pinky toe (believe me I've tried). So after a rough NYE with his buddies buying him shots of fireball, was he able to fall into a semi-coma and sleep through the night with his arms clasped around me. I decided to ignore the fact that he was sloshed out of his mind when he did this and instead pretended that it was a romantic miracle just for our anniversary.
Love is as rare as the sweet things that come out of Paul's mouth. May everyone find love that is dysfunctional and wonderful. Happy two years to us and to many more to come.
*I tried to take an adorable photo on NYE, but this drunk idiot couldn't aim and missed my face completely. He then refused to take more, so I am stuck with this photo on the bottom. Ugly quality too. Lovely.
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