It's finally happening!

The first time I knew I loved this woman, we were on a float trip. Three quarters of the way downstream, I noticed a dive worthy cliff. Let's just say that the... sun had given me a boost of confidence in my swimming skills. I jumped, came back up, and she was waiting for me with a life jacket. I kissed her and told her I loved her. She is always making sure I'm having a good time or that I'm okay or safe. But it doesn't stop with me. She loves her family and will help them out at any given second. She has planned multiple parties for all of her friends because she wants to make sure they'll have a good time. She enjoys helping people and problem solving daily obstacles, which is why she is amazing at her job. I know it's probably corny as hell but she's always making me want to be a better person, even if I do come across as a grump! She's an awesome person and I think anyone who knows her would say the same thing. You guys know that song "Sweet but Psycho" that's on the radio? Yeah, that's her. Maybe not the entire song but a good portion of it. She sings it all the time too, like all the time, and usually running about the house like a crazy person while doing so. Classic Heather! She IS a nut but I love her for it. She's having her own little party all the time, no matter where she goes. When we met, I was a shy and quiet kid. I didn't socialize much, didn't like football, never camped, went to casinos, and never even considered traveling out of the country. Ten years later, I watch more football than her, camp several times a year, go to the casino all the time, and we just got back from Scotland a few months ago. It's amazing how someone can have such an impact on your life. It's nerve-racking being somewhere completely new, but with her, I felt at home. I always do. She's my best friend and I can't imagine life without her and her continuous loop of songs. "You'd be bored without me!", she says. She's right. I love my psychotic, eccentric woman.

I have loved this boo for almost 10 years. He's pretty freaking amazing, and I'm surprised he continues to enjoy my shannagans. Derek is my thoughtful, grumpy old man. He is hilariously agitated by most things which is freaking adorable. He has the pallet of a 5 year old; chicken nuggets, mac n' cheese, pizza... he thinks I'm a culinary genius. I love him for that. He's a sexy, talented musician and the poor man stays with me even though he HATES my taste in music. He is patient and lets me sing songs on repeat, knowing I make up half the words. Derek loves binge watching tv shows and I get sooooo bored after a million episodes so he tolerates me poking his face when I need something new to do. What a saint. He likes a clean house, I mean like spotless and vacuumed at ALL times. I will hide in another room because I know he wants to rope me into his weird love of cleaning. Oh, and he is that person mowing beside your window at 8am on a Saturday. Yeah... I love the little weirdo. He finds things that irritate me and pays me back for my bad lyrics, poking him during Game of Thrones, and not knowing how to take the filter thingy out of the vaccuum. I think he is the genius. The best thing about Derek are the smile crinkles around his eyes. I like to think we put them there together. That or its been 10 years so of course things are getting... wrinkly. Either way, I'm either a hoot or he is laughing at being stuck with a psycho. I'll take either one as long as I get to see those crinkles every day.