He makes my heart sing

I know, I blab on and on about how happy I am with just about everything in my life.  I also know, you must get sick of it.  Well, stop reading if it does, because this one may push you over the edge.  This is one is another ode to Mr. O.

I've been reflecting lately about how much my life changed when I met Aaron.  I've said it before, but he saved me.  I won't go into much detail, but I will say, I was not in a good place and was filled with so much self-hatred. He has done so many positive things for me, not to mention, he's easy on the eyes.  I love him so, so much. 

I know, I'm lucky too.  Lucky that we found each either in a world full of thousands of people.  People talk about soul mates.  He is mine.  There is no doubt about it.  I don't know if there is more than one person out there for each of us, but I  know, when you find one person that fits you so well, you are lucky.  I know it doesn't happen for some people and that makes me sad for them.  Everyone deserves this much love. 

I was recently asked how I knew that Aaron was the one.  Without just saying, I just knew, which I did, I thought of several things that made him different from all the other boys that had briefly appeared in my life.  On our first date, at one point, he was sitting on a chair and I was standing, half sitting in the chair too and his arms were around me.  I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder that night on the way home.  I also kissed him that night.  I never kissed anyone of the first date.  I don't give those away freely.  On our second date, we spent 13 hours together.  He called into work too.  We ate sushi for lunch, went Christmas shopping for his family, held hands, went to see a movie, ate dinner, then we went to his house where he wanted me to meet his mom.  Talk about nerve-wrecking, especially, since his lovely sister told me that she would hate me at first.

It's quite obvious how I knew.  I knew because I instantly felt like we had known each other for years.  I felt like he knew me, deep down to my soul.  I have never been that comfortable with someone so quickly.  If we could have moved into together that quickly, we probably would have after the second or third date.  We instead talked about it after two months of dating and actually did it six months after we talked about it.  I was in a state of euphoria.  I still think I am, but with a little more reality sprinkled in now.

If you know him, you know he's great, but here are some of things that make him so great to me.

• I'll feel him stare at me from across the room and I'll look at him and he'll smile and say, "I love you."  He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world on a daily basis.  He'll tell me how great I look when I haven't showered, have my hair in pony tail and have no make-up on.  Now that's love.
• He made me see what was in the mirror staring back at me for the first time.  I realized that it wasn't so bad.  He increased my self-esteem ten-fold by reintroducing myself to me.
• When he kisses me I still feel electricity run all the way down my body.  I hope that never ends.
• Lately, with all the Baby O talk, I see how great he'll be as a dad.  I've always known this, but to see how badly he wants this too just reaffirms this.  I also know this by my having a glass of red wine the other night and he was concerned that it would somehow affect our chances this month.  It was on (hopefully) ovulation day.  I was like, "No, we're good.  I can have this."  He'll probably have his own list of questions to ask my OB doc, which just makes him more endearing to me.
• He surprises me with little things, like the tie rack in our closet that he bought for me to hang my jewelry on, the shelves he put up in our closet to give me more storage, and, recently, a panini maker.  He used to bring home treats for me too, like gummy candy, pepsis, milkshakes, ice cream and other candy.  Of course, now that we don't drink soda and he knows I'm not supposed to eat tons of sugar, that has dwindled down, but that's okay.  He helps me stay on track when all I want to do is stick my head into our canister of sugar.
• I have a list of Things to Do that I left out on the kitchen table.  He added, "Love my husband endlessly" to the bottom of the list.  I discovered it today and it made me smile.  I can check that one off for sure.
• He is so intelligent.  He'll say he's not, but he it's definitely true.  He's mechanically minded.  It amazes me how he can look at something and just know how it works or figure it. He can fix anything.  He is an excellent Scrabble partner too.  He has an endless vocabulary.  Smart is sexy.
• He's pretty dang cute.  Do you see the pictures on this page?  Hello.  I'm lucky.
• He'll send me texts in the morning that say things like, "You alive, sunshine?" or "Good morning, bright eyes!"  It's that whole making me feel special thing.
• When I crawl into bed after he's fast asleep on most nights he will pull me close or put his hand on my hip or arm and let out a great big sigh, as if to say, "You're finally here."  He isn't awake either.  This is all in a sleeping state.  It makes me smile every time.
• He chose me to love him.  There are million of girls, but he chose me and hasn't looked back since.
• He makes me laugh every single day.  From silly dances and songs to jokes to laughing so hard at things that it makes me laugh.  He especially does the silly dances and songs, if he knows that I'm mad or sad.  It never fails to make me smile.
• He's my last first kiss.

There are so many more reasons.  Things that I can't even put into words.  I'm a very lucky girl.  I know we'll be married until death does us part.  There is no question about it.  It'll take a higher power to pull us apart. 

Now you guys can all go throw up.  I'll write about something less happy next. I have just the thing in mind.