blessed.

There wasn't any one thing that made the lightbulb go off.  I was just driving home from school, smoking a cigarette.  Making the same drive I've made for almost 3 months now.  Driving in and out of rain because, let's face it, that's just Georgia weather.  I realized how lucky I am.  Blessed.

He puts up with all my crap.  He listens to me talk about things that he has no interest in.  Not only does he listen, but he tries to participate in the conversation.  He talks to me about what bothers him.  He doesn't make fun of me when I get stuck on some stupid thing I want to try, then quit a week later.  He still deals with all my mother stuff.  He doesn't tell me I can't do things because I'm a woman.  He is patient when I can't make up my mind.  He is endlessly supportive.  He doesn't make fun of me for how I dress.  He tells me he likes it when I don't wear makeup.  He tries to help me with my temper, instead of getting mad at me.  He always puts me first.  He deals with my mood swings.  If I'm sad or upset he does everything and then some to make me happy.  It doesn't bother him that I'm not especially girly, but he loves it when I am.  He knows about the things I've done, and he doesn't care. 

I found someone that could handle the rough edges.  And even more than that, someone that loved me for them.