little things and hallmark cards.

This past month has been a blur.

Between work and school and internship and school and labs and holidays... I've hardly had time to breathe.

Or sleep.

Or see the guy I lay next to at night. My husband I think he's called?

So I've learned a few things.

I've learned to love when D forgets a lunch and pops in at home to make a quick sandwich. Or grab a yogurt.

I've learned to appreciate late nights at the library because it means we are together.

I've learned to love good food. And real dinners. Because we never have a chance to eat them.

I've learned to smile when I see the bathroom rug without wet footprints or shower curtain left closed, because I know how hard he tries.

I've learned to recognize the tries, and the I'll do better's because that's all we have to give.

I've learned to savor Sundays because it's the one day we get to spend together.

I've learned to call home often, because my heart aches for my family.

I've learned to appreciate the Internet, because we don't have it at home.

I've learned to rely on my husband for everything. Because we are all each other's got.

I've learned to hold his hand when I am scared. Unsure. Confused. Or let down.

I've learned how much I need his silliness. And how much he needs mine.

I've learned that it's okay if the house is messy. And dinner isn't made.
(Okay fine.. I'm still working on that one...)

I've learned to crave Ramen Noodles. Really. I have.

I've learned to treasure the little voices that say, "I miss you," "Wuv you" and "Me tum your house pease? K two minutes"

I've learned that life is different now. But still so much the same.

I've learned to cherish every moment I spend with my very best friends. Because they don't come easy anymore. (You know who you are) 

I've learned to love crafts because it makes time pass on lonely nights.

I've learned to love graduation. Every. Single. Day.

I've learned that expectations change.

I've learned about me. What I need. And what I don't.

But most of all, I've learned to love the little things. 

Every.

Single.

One.

Because it is in those little things, that greatness comes. Trust develops. Love deepens. Hearts soften. Bad days turn bright. Tears become laughter. And strength for another day renews.

Those moments that make me sigh at the end of the day, with frazzled hair and a grumbling tummy and say,  
"I'll do better, try harder.. tomorrow"

(Sound like a Hallmark card yet?)

It's true. It's the little things that keep me going.

Because at the end of every single day, maybe sometimes week, it's all worth it.

I get to lay down next to my best friend. He holds my hand. Brushes the hair from my face. Wipes my tears. Laughs with me. Rubs my back. Lets me be ugly when I don't feel like being pretty. Buys me Lady Antebellum Christmas CD's and my favorite brand of nail polish. Because he knows how much I'll love it. Loves every single thing I cook (Or lies to me if he doesn't...). Opens my car door. Says sorry when he shouldn't have to. Pours my cereal when I'm in a hurry. Gives me a hug like he hasn't hugged me in weeks every night when he gets home.

And is always happy to see me.

That is something worth fighting for. Worth getting up early for when you really want to sleep in and run away from responsibility. It's worth pushing harder. Working longer. Staying later.

Oh and would you fancy that.

Happy 3 months to my favorite blondie out there.

I can't wait for forever with you.

xoxo

R.