Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Happy as a clam

It was a no-brainer really, my decision really. I chose Dave. The great guy who knew my life story in a week. The guy who literally lives across the street and found me on internet. The guy who cleaned up my cat's puke and didn't even flinch. Really? Who does that? I don't know if I would have done it. The guy who finishes my sentences, tells me I'm beautiful, likes to hold my hand in public, is down with the idea of having a family someday and is thoughtful. I'm smitten, if it wasn't obvious.