There were a lot of early moments that made me realize my husband was it, but a big one was when I asked him what he wanted to do for date night and he suggested we walk the dog, get some takeout, “and then the 3 of us snuggle on the couch to a good movie.”
My 25-year-old self would not have understood this. I thought I wanted an extrovert like me who would crave parties and crowds and adventure. It turns out when you find someone who feels like home, that’s all you really need to be complete.
I don’t want to do anything else or be anywhere else as long as he’s here. You can gag over this and I’ll probably agree. I’ve certainly done that over other people’s posts. But whatever. I never thought I could have this life and now that I do and I can’t stop bragging about it.
So here I am, bragging about it for the thousandth time on Twitter. But before you judge us too hard, for reference, this is the dog my husband wanted to snuggle: 
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