While we were eating dinner last night my boyfriend of almost a year and a half said quite unexpectedly, “I really like our relationship.”

When he was nervous about going to the fair on Saturday night he made an effort to battle his social anxiety and admitted that he had a really fun time. We might even go to another fair next weekend.

When he was worried about his last plant not being cut down before the rainy week and I asked why he didn’t just do it Friday, he said that he was waiting for me. I forgot how sad I was when he cut the first one without me.. so we cut it quickly and hung it in the bathroom together.

When he got up for work this morning he came back to give me kisses. When I dropped him off at work he held me, kissed me and said lots of I love you’s before going in even though the other men were watching us.

All things considered, I’m a very lucky lady. He talks about buying a house in the next couple years and he wants me there. He holds my hand in bed. Doesn’t make me feel bad about my body. Calls me every night. Maintains his sobriety. Works hard 5 days a week.

He’s good to me and I adore him.