“I love you to the moon and back.”
This is something I’ve always been known to say to the ones I hold near and dear to me. It means so much more to me than just the words spoken (or written). I have this obsession with the moon and the stars and the sky that I just can’t explain. It something deep. Something I’ve tried to, but have failed to put into words. But, this post isn’t about just me. It’s not even about the person who makes me whole because I’m complete without them. It is, however, about the person who feeds my soul and makes me feel alive. For those of you that are close to me on a personal level, you know that this one knows how to infuriate me. They pull my strings, they push my buttons and sometimes they’re just downright hypocritical. It drives me crazy! But, I wouldn’t change that for anything. It’s okay to get mad at one another. It’s okay to have heated conversations, agree to disagree and sometimes just walk away before we make matters worse. It’s okay! At the end of the day, it reminds me that I am my own person with my own thoughts and my own opinions and I’ll never let go of that. Which brings me to my next point…
He pushes me and he encourages me. All. The. Friggin’. Time. I knew what that felt like from family and friends, but not from a significant other. I never let anyone get close enough to challenge me the way he does. Sometimes, he comes on a little strong and what he has to say is a tough pill to swallow. Other days, I’m just being a girl taking what his compartmentalized waffle-mind has to say and I turn it into this giant pile of spaghetti-brain mess that nobody can make any sense of and BAM! Meltdown. Holy hormones, Batman! But, most of the time, I see exactly what he’s getting at and I take it with every stride. When that happens, it’s all “challenge accepted” and I’m a force that can’t be stopped.
Sometimes we can sit in complete silence with one another and it’s perfect (usually just in the car or when we’re watching something – haha). Other days – one of us, the other or both are on a project/research rampage and we bulldoze one another with the new things we’ve learned or what we’ve accomplished or completed or started and it’s perfect too! It’s so great to have someone to push and pull with a force equal to my own. We’re quite the homebodies anymore (for very #boatlife reasons), but I wish more people could see how well we co-exist with one another. It’s a work of art, in my opinion. Even on the worst of days.
I’m not a perfect person and I’m well aware of my flaws. I can be irrational and I can lose my cool. I have a bad habit of holding in the little things that bother me for so long that they become a ticking time bomb. Eventually, that bomb goes off and it’s usually when I’ve had one too many wobbly pops which turns me into a huge buzzkill (always working on that one). I often take on more tasks than I can actually handle and I get snippy because I’m too proud – too Miss Independent – to ask for help. The list goes on. Whether I’m actively working on these issues or tossing them on the backburner, I know they’re there. So does he. Oooh, so does he – and he accepts them. He’s never asked me to change anything about myself. Not once, ever.
We’re about to embark on this extraordinary journey with one another and believe me when I say I couldn’t do it with anyone else. I’m not saying I couldn’t get another boat and do this all on my own. I can do it alone – one way or another, I always figure it out. I’m saying I literally couldn’t do it with anyone else.
Today marks 730 days (that’s two years for those of you who can’t math) of the trail we’ve already trekked. Two years is a hell of a lot of time for me to tolerate another person, let alone them put up with me. But I’ll tell you right now, I’m still absolutely certain that I’ve snagged the one. Not even “the one”. My one. He’s my person.
Tim – thank you. Thank you for putting up with me and all of my waves of emotion. Thank you for making me laugh when I need it most or wrapping your arms around me because “I just need you to hold me”. Thank you for pushing me and encouraging me to be a better person than I was yesterday. Thank you for cracking a cold one, or pouring me some Southern because you can tell by just looking at me, that I’ve had a bad day. Thank you for trying to teach me everything that you do, even when you’re about to blow a gasket because you’ve already explained it several times. Thank you for being patient when it’s needed, or even walking away when I think you’re doing it to be an ass. Thank you for offering to help me with one thing or another, even if I refuse the assistance every single time. Thank you for accepting the fact that I’m just as stubborn as you are. Thank you for letting me come in to not only your life, but the kids’ lives too. Thank you for trusting my judgement when it comes to the chillin’s and thank you for guiding me when you think I need some insight. If I don’t stop now – I’ll be here all day. Wrapping this up and last but not least – thank you for being you. You’re my absolute favourite and I wouldn’t trade you for nothin’! I love you, like whoa – to the moon and back.
<3 Candice xo.