on love.

dear mr. lesley,

i used to think i knew what love meant. 

and then we got married. 

and even though i'm still learning about this crazy thing called "love," i've realized it's quite different than i thought.

in these last eight months, i've realized it looks a bit more like...

-volunteering to take sir winston out when we get home late

-resisting the urge to throw your dirty socks at you when you leave them in the living room

-giving you space when you are sick

-praying for you every morning on the drive to work

-communicating how i feel, even when i just want to withdraw

-checking out books for you from the library

-admitting that i have no idea how to load the dishwasher

-telling you what i need instead of just expecting you to know

-holding in farts {hey, sometimes the truth is awkward}

-remembering to feed miss louise

-never, under any circumstances, eating cereal while sitting right next to you {the chewing sound will throw you over the edge}

-keeping my elbows in check while we're sleeping

-being forever grateful for your amazing cooking skills

-being forever grateful that you're ok with me not having amazing cooking skills

-visiting all the denver breweries with you

-letting things go, saying sorry, and moving on

-learning the ins and outs of hockey

-getting excited with you when we see a michigan license plate or when you get a really great sale at the grocery store 

...just to name a few.

sometimes love looks like flowers, and cards, and candies, and roses.

but more often than not it looks a lot like a big, fat choice...

that no matter where we are, or how i feel, or what i want...

we're in this together and i'm committed to "us." 

in all the big, little, and somewhere in-between moments of our lives.

and frankly, that kind of love takes the cake.

hands down.

any. day. of. the. week.