And then, on July 8th, while wearing a 2nd-birthday party hat and swimming trunks, Matty asked me to marry him. So, stay tuned for many more posts and a recap of what happened, but in the meantime... Some words that vaguely attempt to capture just how I feel about my future husband.

It Is What It Is
It's not that I'm nothing without you,
It's that it simply wouldn't do.
My mornings would be less hectic,
But the coffee wouldn't brew.

It's not that you're just a boyfriend,
You're a roommate. Confidant. Friend.
Without champagne on Sundays,
How else would the day be spent?

It's the skeptical side-eye
When I've perhaps drank too much,
It's the one-armed embrace,
When I've just had enough,
It's your hint of inflection,
It's the way that you lean,
It's the promise of prosper
When we're broke with a dream.

It isn't the moments of solitude, 
It's when there's fifteen friends at our place
You deliver this well-crafted punchline
And I catch all the looks on their face.

It isn't today, or tomorrow,
It's forever, always, and then...
It's you that I'll be standing with
Whenever this here world ends.

It's your guitar picks next to my hairpins,
It's this life that we've built for two,
It's when you cuddle with the puppy,
Like there's no one else in the room.
It's the lighter in your back right pocket,
It's consistency, coupled with fun
It's afternoons spent in the back yard
Just before we loose the sun. 

It isn't Chicago, or Boston,
LA, or anywhere else,
It's wherever we seem to wander,
It's love...and nothing less.
It isn't just words on this paper,
It's your lyrics, your promise, your way.
The fact of the matter is, Matty,
I'd marry you
Every
Single 
Day.