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**Erica’s note: Happy Hump Day, to one and all! In celebration of this otherwise seemingly normal Wednesday, I’ve brought my one and only back to the blog. He was a big hit here on Valentine’s Day, and – without getting too mushy – he’s my favorite person on the planet. I love when the boyf takes over here, so be sure to comment below if you do, too! Without further adieu…
She’s my soon-to-be feme covert. If you’ve never heard of that term before I can’t fault you since I had never heard of it either until I googled “synonym for soulmate.” That’s what Erica is to me: my soulmate for life and beyond.
Before we transition to happily ever after, there has to be the “transition stage”: living with each other. Thus, enjoy my five favorite moments of discovery (from five to one!):
5. Morning Bagels.
I thought I’d have some quirky things to say at numero cinco, but I have to admit that Erica blows me away with consistent morning bagels and love notes. Seriously. With salt. You know if your gal puts a dash of sodium on your breakfast that she wants you long-term. (Note: Soldiers used to be paid in salt instead of money; they used the salt to preserve their meat; Erica is preserving our relationship. Get it? I digress.)
4. Mid-morning back rubs.
I’m not sure if she remembers them, but there have been six times I woke up during the middle of the night with her tickling my back. Seriously. Subconsciously she rocks, too!
3. Tie: She cleans dishes and makes brownies for me. She makes brownies and cleans dishes from me.
Yes. Brownies. Dark chocolate brownies. I’m not sure if they were really for me though since guys don’t typically enjoy dark chocolate, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
2. Date nights.
Date nights used to be the weekends, but now they’re almost every night. How awesome is that? Seriously. Wine on Mondays. Brownies on Tuesdays. Random trips to Rita’s. Or maybe these dates are just make ups for the hair I find in the bath tub drain?
I mean, come on, did you really think it’d be any other answer? It is HER blog. But seriously, her. I get to spend every day with my best friend, who happens to cook, clean, kiss, and love me. I’d throw another picture of dark chocolate brownies in here, but you get the point.
A million thanks to the lovebug for being the rockstar support system and human being that he is.
A note from me now…
Taking the plunge and moving in together with your S.O. – even for a summer – can be a complete whirlwind of emotions. It’s exciting and thrilling, to now get seemingly endless time together (sans work…#realworld), but it can be nerve wracking and daunting, too. What if I get to be annoying? What if he thinks I have too much stuff? What happens if we have an argument…we can’t just hang up, regroup, and call each other back – this is real time and we’re under the same roof!
This could be a whole post by itself, but my views on moving in with your love have evolved drastically as my own relationship developed. I guess some could say they evolved because I fell in love. I like to think that they evolved because I got to thinking seriously about my future in every sense once I hit college. I mean, really thinking seriously. Once I sensed that Boyfriend could be THE Boyfriend, I became more open to the idea of living together for a period of time. But I don’t think I did it “to see if I could really live with him,” as I’ve heard so many people recommend to others before taking bigger steps in the relationship.
I did it because I just love spending time with him, and having the whole summer to hang out after work, cook dinner, go swimming and binge watch new TV series with my best friend just seemed like a dream. Like any dream, it has it’s rougher moments and times when it needs to breathe. But it’s so worth it.
Have you lived (or do you live) with your significant other? What did you learn? What makes you happy about living with your love?
Let the love(ly) comments commence! I’m off to scarf down some Mint Cookies n’ Cream froyo and read Ad Week magazine. Ahhh, hump day.