better.

I used to be worried about getting engaged.  Like, but that’s it, and what if someone way better comes along?  But with Keith it’s like, I’m just so excited that I get to have him and he wants to keep me.  I just consistently feel so so lucky.

Yesterday was his birthday.  27.  27!  It sounds so much older than 26 does.  26 is like ok man, time to get your shit together, the real world is coming.  And then 27.  That’s acceptable for babies age.  I’m babbling.  In conclusion, he’s old and I likes it.

His mom brought out the old photo albums.  I got to see baby Keith, all wispy hair and tiny sailor suits.  Kid Keith, sunburned cheeks and ball caps.  Then awkward giant glasses wearing, mushroom cut Keith.  Playing softball, hockey, swimming with his friends and cousins, not smiling anymore for the camera but instead making faces, the exact same as he makes today.  Accepting awards from school (nerd), playing clarinet in the school band (nerd), riding horses on family vacation (apparently he was a "natural". Nerd.)  It’s funny to look at people’s family albums.  It feels like you’re being let in – sharing in their memories.

I couldn’t hug him hard enough when we left.  He wasn’t as cool as I thought he was when we got to dinner, but I felt like I knew him better. 

I’m really goopy these days, guys.  Sorry about that.  But I’m excited about this man.  So deal with it!