Bragging writes

If you don't like Brandon (is that even possible?) then don't bother reading this.

Brandon is the best thing that has ever happened to me and it's so strange to me now that a year ago I was what I thought was the happiest I'd ever been, I was single and living in Rexburg Idaho, my roommates weren't crazies, and they didn't (openly anyways) loathe me entirely. I had a shelf of beautiful seedlings, string beans, strawberry runners, sunflowers and peppers and every kitchen herb imaginable growing steadily in the sunlight that I'd never known could COME to Idaho. I had a job working with flowers and fresh things and I smelled like green and dirt every day. I remember going outside and trying so hard to read in that cold sunlight (tricky teasey stuff) and then running for warm cover inside again and again. Laughing. I'd just get in my car and drive- I found some really cool places out there in the middle of what general Americans call "nowhere". I saw Giant wooden chairs, hidden rivers and bridges, tree houses that were bigger than the house of the tree owner, orchards, fish ponds thawing out- those fish wriggling just as hard as I was in the chilled sunshine. I was so happy. I couldn't possibly have ever expected what was coming to me, the man I could love for the rest of forever. Which is a long time you know.

I was ready to start putting in my mission papers, and I got an email.

And from in between there until forever I look back absentmindedly unloading the dishwasher, for the word that describes it all. Unexpectedly the top of the tupperware I'm holding gives me the perfect word:

GLAD.

I am impossibly glad that we found each other.

You inspire me to be better in everything you are. You noble courageous strong selfless kind serving happy bold goofy nerdy humorous fantastic super spiritual sweetheart.

I love you.