living wih a boy

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he is a coach, a sports nut, has tendency to yell at the tv, espn psycho, sometimes ghetto, he definitely snores, is a cookie monster, hates anything healthy to eat, romatically challenged, let us not forget vertically challenged, a thinker, not so much a comedian, likes fruity drinks while i guzzle the beer, an alabama fan but in time a georgia convert, a wonderful cuddler, great kisser, my best friend, love of my life, overall...the man who keeps me smiling.

he does not understand my love for georgia, midnight runs to mcdonalds, van morrison, my surprise cry fests, need for girly movies, coffee and katie couric in the morning, sleeping marathons, or my constant need for new shoes. however, he does know how to love me.

since it is valentine's day, i thought it was only appropriate to honor my husband, my best friend, my terry. i live each day for a dream and he lives in reality. he keeps me grounded while allowing me to round up a life of fantasies. he has a family i adore, and is adored by my family. he is a know-it-all at times, but if i am really honest, he does know it all. he sees my stubborness not as a roadblock but as another reason to love me. no matter what i look like, he tells me how beautiful i am. he prays for me , he prays for us. we let each other be ourselves while remaining one. i miss him during the day. i miss kissing him when i sleep. i miss cuddling when i am awake. i joke and poke fun that he is hard work, impossible at times, and who needs kids when i have terry...but it is my way of saying he is all mine and i don't want to share him. i love being us. i love terry.