I think I have a disease.

 It makes me say and do stupid things, and then it makes me do stupider things when trying to over correct for the previous stupidity. 

Roxie makes my heart glow. Just thinking about her, just typing her name even, gives me goosebumps. She is the epitome of most everything I want in this world. And I.. I am not. I am becoming progressively more aware of just how short of perfect I fall. It disturbs me, because she deserves me at my best, and I’m just not there. 

She texted me last night, and said (to undersand this you need to know I call her "wombat") "You have a wonderful wombat waiting for you when you get home. She’ll burrow for the kids and always be there for you. And even if she’s in huffpuff combat mode, she’ll still never abandon you."

And I feel like I may not deserve that perfection.