|Yaaay! but, also, boo!|
I’ve had the good fortune of getting engaged somewhat recently. I often get asked how I knew my eternal boo was, “the one.” Now, this is a big question - and I have to say there wasn’t one exact moment, but many little moments that culminated in the feeling that me and homeboy could rock out forever and grow into super ultimate old people as a duo.
In my observation, typically when someone is asked a question of this nature the answer goes something like, “well, he’s just so sweet and he makes me laugh and he has such a big heart and we ride off into the sunset on unicorns together every night after he makes me fresh baked cupcakes which he spices with a single tear from his eye after reading me the haiku he wrote me while chopping wood and lifting super heavy things because he is both sensitive and manly.” All of which is totally true for me (except for one part- that’s right, the cupcakes are actually store bought. Can’t have it all, I guess).