6 years, and how I know he loves me.

6 years is a long time. Think of all the things you couldn't do when you were 1, and then all of the things you could do when you were 6. Or think of the difference between yourself at age 10, and yourself at age 16. Yikes. That was a scary comparison. Had I been driving, wearing make up, and trying to walk in "spice girl" wedge heels at 10, I might have never made it to 16.

6 years and some weeks is how long Justin and I have lived happily together. 6 years of marriage. No, not the legal kind, but marriage of our lives, together. Everything about us is married, except on paper, for 6 years. Sometimes Justin does little things that will remind me, that will back up and make up for all the time that passed since I was last reminded that he loves me. Like the time he combined our movie collection, and said that because of it we were now committed to a lifetime together, because he wasn't going to un-combine them. That was last month. Or the time he got me a card that said "Sorry to hear about your break up, I heard that guy was an a#$&*%3 anyway". Cute. But this time, it meant more.

This time, he read my blog. He told me he read all the way from the first post. And with skepticism, I said, "you really read it all?" And it was when he smiled sweetly after his response to that question that I was reminded, he really does love me. "Yes, and I took notes" he said.

I walked over and sat on his lap at his desk to read the notes he'd taken. Honestly, surprised that he REALLY DID take notes. He suggested a few things, and commended a few things. And then, WHAM! He threw in another reason I am reminded that he loves me. He said, "you're an inspiring person, and I'm sorry if sometimes I'm not"

6 years together, between 4 walls of a house, within the 4 walls of our office can make you forget to love each other. But not this week...this week, I'm inspiring and I'm reminded he loves me!

Happy Wednesday!!!