Thank you for being my person. Thank you for being the person who (literally) pushes me to go after my dreams. Thank you for spending hours researching ways to make my business better. Thank you for holding me when I randomly start crying about selling Sawyer. Thank you for still saying I’m beautiful when I’ve been editing for three days straight and look like a loch ness monster. Thank you for forcing me to go on walks so I get out of the house. Thank you for waking me up and putting me to bed when I fall asleep in my office chair. Thank you for believing in me, encouraging me, inspiring me, and loving me every day.
Every person who truly knows me down to my core still finds it hilarious that mine + Nick's anniversary is Valentines Day. How corny right?
Nowadays I just view it as another funny tale in our story. The story of being set up by family freinds we had known for years, of being completely uninterested in each other, but talking anyway. The story of going against tradition, hanging out for a few hours, and him taking me home. The story of him giving me his number and waiting over a week for me to text him after my friend forced me. The story of our first date being after someone put a dent the size of a football into my boss's truck when I was driving it.
The story of how we now live together in Huntington Beach loving life, each other, and our story.
Here's to us muffin.