on being smitten

i'm one lucky gal.

from the first time i took a bite with g and learned of his insurmountable palate, i was smitten. through our travels here, there, and everywhere in between, he's caught me off guard with his appetite for activity and adventure. again, smitten. and just when i thought i couldn't be even more smitten, he goes and defeats the menstrual monster with his sweet grace.

that's right, folks, he risks being the victim of barks, whines, eye-rolling, tears, and unreasonable amounts of complaints relating to the catastrophic effects of Mother Flow. bloating. fatigue. backaches. 


yet through it all, what does he do? he fills up the hot water bottle to alleviate the pains of my aching body. he makes the dearest suggestions for a sappy movie. or glee. and then he hides a dark chocolate bar in my bag, perfectly labeled "emergency chocolate," for use at my own discretion. all of these gestures sans a hint of fear. what a guy.

so i have reason to be smitten. in the wake of what is in fact a natural disaster, g doesn't retreat or put up a fight. he doesn't black out his calendar or draw devil horns on my pictures. instead, he listens and continues on with his charming self. or maybe he wears earplugs and prevents the wrath of the menstrual monster by doing these things before i even get the chance to open my mouth.

either way, it works. and perfectly so.