There are a million things that might make someone “the one” for you. According to my husband, he married me because I copped a squat on the side of the interstate on our third date. (What? The highway was freaking SHUT DOWN and I had to PEE like woah!) He knew in that moment that I was the woman for him.
For me, I knew it the first time I watched him clean out his ears with Q-Tips and I didn’t instantly vomit in my mouth that I must be in love. About 6 months into our relationship we went to Taco Bell and ordered $40 worth of food, I ate more than my share, and he still slept in the same bed as me that night. That would be the moment that I knew we would end up together forever.
Last night, as I was lying in bed staring at the ceiling and trying to drown out his snores that sounded more like a giant tractor plowing an uncooperative corn field in the middle of our bedroom at 4 a.m., I thought about all the things I love about him. Then, as he inhaled with such gusto that I swear my hair started swaying from the pillow in the direction of his piehole, I contemplated the things about him that drive me crazy.
In the end, I put on the “white noise” app on my phone and drifted back to sleep, reminded that good or bad, all of his qualities are just that, uniquely his. Whether I love them or hate them, I absolutely adore him.
And earplugs. I absolutely positively adore earplugs.