Day Eight!

As a wise 7 year old once said. . . "that sure sounds like love to me."  The evidence is in this blog.

I had a lot of time to think about life during my drive home today.  It's really hard to think of bad things right now.  Finally.  My dark cloud has moved on.  And so have I.

Michael and I woke up and finished our movie.  We then got dressed, I packed my things, and we headed for lunch at TGI Fridays.  This is always the meal I dread the most.  The last before I leave.  Each time gets harder.  I hate missing him, but love having him to miss.

Here is my list of observations from the weekend. . . in full 500 days of summer fashion.  :-)
I love how every time I kiss his cheek, he says "thank you."
I love when he sings.  Even though it may not be "to" me.  It feels like it.
I love how almost everything reminds him of a song.
I love how he keeps track of everything.  EVERYTHING!
I love how he has a folder in his email with my name on it, so he can save my letters.
I love how he remembers every date.
I love how he looks me right in the eye, especially when he has nothing to say.
I love that he loves to sneeze.
I love how at the most random moments, he sends me a text that says, "miss you, babe." (he just did)
I love how my heart feels when I read it.
I love how every time I think about my time with him, I get goosebumps.
I love how after spending 2.5 days with my daughters, he still likes them.  :-)
I love that they adore him.
I love how he laughs out loud while watching a movie.
I love how everything on his desk is perfectly alined.
I love how he makes little noises when he's kissing me.
I love when he kisses me, and doesn't care who is watching.
I hate how he calls me "pooper!" But I love the way he giggles when I glare at him for it.
I love how he is probably giggling right now while reading this.
I love how he calmly tells me when, "it is what it is."
I love how our six months have felt like six weeks.
And my favorite:
I love how he holds my hand.  No one in the history of holding my hand, has ever held it like he does.  I sometimes can't think of what's going on, because i'm only thinking of how I never want him to let go.

If you only knew me.  I have lost hope in romance.  By reading this, it doesn't sound like it.  Michael is a med student, and is still learning so much.  He is so smart, and I know he'll be a wonderful doctor.  He is already healing me.

Till then. . .