Tuesday I got up, did some chores and then worked all day on shipment at my retail job. I was tired. But five minutes after I got home, Geoff called and asked if I wanted to walk down to the zoo and hang out with him while he worked the volunteer party. My feet hurt. My hair was a mess. Did I say no? Not a chance. I threw on a t-shirt that wasn’t advertising slippers, grabbed my iPod, and headed out the door. I even walked extra far to get to the gate for the party which is on the completely opposite side from where we usually go in. I was that eager.
People kept asking me why on Earth I’d want to come to a zoo party. Well, there was free food, so that’s important. It was outside in a lovely setting with nice music. What’s bad about that? But the real reason was that I just wanted to be able to spend a little more time with my husband. Cynical people scoffed at this idea and claimed it was only because we hadn’t been together that long. Well, guess what. We’ve lived together a year and nine months, and I still can’t think of anybody I’d rather be with.
It’s true. I really love this guy. I can’t think of anybody I’d rather spend my time with. When we’re together, everything is calmer, safer, warmer. I laugh more. I can be myself. If given the choice, I’ll choose going somewhere potentially lame with my husband over being alone every single time. And it’s not because it’s a new love. It’s because he’s awesome. I never ever get tired of him. He’s my partner and my best friend and I love him and that’s all there is to it. Even if it means walking home in the rain, I’m by his side whenever possible. Always.