On Valentine's.

I forgot: Yesterday was Valentine's Day. This was the 8th Valentine's Day Trevor and I have celebrated together. It's super weird to be at the point where we are starting to forget what we've done on each year. In two short years, we will celebrate 10 years together. What will we do when we're so old? What will we have to show for it? It seems like not much, I'm afraid. Hopefully by then we'll have at least the idea of an offspring.

Although, I suppose we can't discount our relationship as it is, even though our lives aren't quite what we want yet. I always knew I'd love Trevor more and more as time went on, but I don't think we can ever fully anticipate things like that. We're both mean, selfish, and lazy. And I think it's horrible of God and the universe that we all have to choose one person to see all our worst parts for our whole lives. Practically nothing is a secret when you're married. Despite all that, I'm still thankful for Trevor. I've been glad to see him pursue his dreams, whatever they may be at the time; I've been glad to try our hand at life together. And even though in the grand scheme of things, we may have made life harder on each other by being married so young, and encouraging each other to make unsound money decisions, it still feels worth it to be able to love him.

I don't believe in soul mates, or that we're destined to only find true love with one person in the whole world. I believe we make our own happiness. And Trevor has helped me make mine.

Um, PS: Last night I made a delicious chicken cordon bleu with proscuitto and baby swiss, with uber creamy mashed potatoes and asparagus. I'm drooling for more!