Sappy-ness

endurethestorm:

I love my marriage.
I love our love.
I love making things ‘tradition’,
Like Sunday breakfast, our beer and wings day twice a month, Denny’s on the Fourth of July, etc.
I like how he willingly comes grocery shopping with me and pushes the cart.
I like planning road trips with him.
I like never being rejected when I ask him for coffee, hot chocolate, or tea.
I love how we can never be close enough when sitting together on the couch watching our shows.
I love our duets in the car; the way he’s capable of singing like an angel, but also yelling songs silly with me at the top of our lungs.
I love when we go to Starbucks, then walk around Barnes and Nobel, drink in hand, browsing books, wishing we could buy them all.
I love how his winks are able to make me melt… Every time… I love how I attempt to wink back every time, and look like fool.
I love the friendship we’ve built as part of the foundation to our marriage.
There’s nothing quite like being married to a man you’re able to call your best friend.
Love, love, love.

This is everything a relationship should be - I can’t wait to marry my best friend. :)

When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via recoverykitty)

You can be in a relationship for two years and feel nothing; you can be in a relationship for 2 months and feel everything. Time is not a measure of quality; of infatuation, or of love.

Unknown (via blackbruise)