there's really something to be said about living with your best friend. everyday is an unabashed approach to pretty much everything...and the thing that i've found is that this affords me the privilege to be exactly who i am at all times.
for example, if i want to watch the real housewives of orange county or for the love of ray j, i can do just that without feeling the need to question my intelligence or life worth. if i want to spend hours online searching for the perfect wedding venue i'm comfortable knowing that i won't be labeled as an "obsessive" bride-to-be...and if i want to go to bed at 8am on a saturday night because i had ipa's for dinner, that's cool too.
all of these privileges are especially sweet, because my best friend is also the man i'm going to spend a lifetime with. and the trade is, he has his privileges too...espn EVERY morning, farting under the covers, cracking beers as soon as football is on (even if it's 10am), and wearing the same sweatpants for weeks without running them through the wash.
the beauty here is that none of our "things" are too much for the other person to handle. we go about our days doing exactly what we want to do and enjoying each other all along the way.
last night was a particularly sweet night as we rolled in to the apartment from a snowy night out to find ourselves respectively snacky.
sitting with my fiance, aggressively taking back some chocolate chip pancakes that he lovingly threw together, i took a second to appreciate the comfort that we've found in each other and the ultimate privilege of being able to stuff my face at midnight and still feel sexy.
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