engagement-aversary

One year ago today, the tall guy asked me to marry him.

We were at the beach, and I TOTALLY knew something was up. He was hiding his text messages, he had bought our favorite wine, and he was being really particular about the plans that I was making through the weekend. He had also had lunch with my dad the week before... that was obviously the biggest clue.

Buuuuuut I wasn't sure, because we hadn't planned on getting engaged until November/December/January, and we were there from Friday-Tuesday, and we got all the way to Monday and he still hadn't asked.

But on Monday, we went to Broadway at the Beach to hang out and play Putt-Putt. So if he was going to ask, surely he'd ask then, right? Nope.

And then we went to one of my favorite beach places for dinner, so he was DEFINITELY going to ask then, right? Nope.

And THEN we went to Starbucks, so maybe he was going to ask then??? Nope.

We got back to the condo, and I was a little disappointed. And surprised, because there were just too many signs and I know this man and I KNEW he was up to something. I set our drinks (PSLs, duh) on the counter in the kitchen, and went to pee. When I came back, I said "I should probably taste yours too to make sure it's not poisoned." When I picked it up, an engagement ring was sitting underneath it.

I looked at it, and then back at him, and then back it it, and then back at him, and then said what any normal woman would say: "What the hell is that?"

And then he got down on one knee and said a lot of wonderful things and boom! we're engaged.

We called my parents, and this was my mom's reaction:

Even a year later, I still think it's CRAZY that I'm grown up enough to have my OWN diamond ring. I still catch myself looking at it sometimes, not believing that it's really mine.

We've dealt with a lot in the last year... job searching and moving and sick parents and death and a LOT of four hour drives. But we've made it. And I can't wait to spend my life with this man.

Mostly because most of our nights look something like this:

On going to sleep angry.

When Garrett and I moved in together, I got a LOT of unsolicited advice.

And I'll tell you, the only thing I hate more than unsolicited advice is DUMB unsolicited advice.

The advice I got most? Never go to bed angry.

Now, Garrett and I have lived together less than two months, so maybe I'll change my mind later, but I can already tell you that I think that rule is Dumb with a capital D. Why? Let's talk about it.

The main argument for resolving conflict before you go to sleep is that if you don't, you won't resolve the issue EVER, and resentment will build up, and you'll start hating each other, and blah blah blah. But I'll tell you something: I'm going to resent you way more if you keep me up till 3am trying to rehash some dumb fight that neither one of us can remember the origin of now. Mama's gotta sleep, yo. And tired people + fighting is only going to lead to more crankiness + more fighting. Neither of you can put together a coherent sentence, and you're going to get stuck in a never-ending circle of empty fighting.

You know that your outlook is going to totally change after a full night's sleep. Garrett and I have had fights before, gone to bed, and woken up and everything was fine. Things were a lot easier to handle after a lot of sleep (and a lot of coffee) than they were at midnight after a long day and a long argument. The clarity you have after you've stepped away for a minute and REALLY thought about it is important when you're trying to resolve something.

And really, sometimes you just need a break from each other. I don't mean a break where you spend a ton of time apart, I just mean: relationships are hard, right? You spend A LOT of time with one person. Sometimes, fights bubble to the surface for no good reason. Sometimes, you just need to not talk for an hour or two. Why not make it eight hours and just go to sleep?

There are always going to be exceptions to the rule. And this method might not work for everyone. But I feel like we get a lot of pressure (especially as women) to resolve everything as soon as it happens, and I think it puts a lot of unnecessary stress on a relationship.

What do you think? How do you deal with pre-bedtime fights?

42 days in, and we still like each other.

So, Garrett and I have been living together for just over a month now. And while it hasn't been all rainbows and sprinkles, it's been pretty freakin' great.

I mean, if I'm being honest, a lot of it's looked like this:

Super romantic, right? Laying in bed, me watching New Girl and him playing games on the iPad. To be fair, this was before we had cable, so now, we sit on the couch.... while I watch New Girl and he plays on the iPad.

Being almost-married to a teacher is no joke. Obviously, living with one isn't nearly as hard as actually being one, but it ain't easy, man. There are days where he doesn't get home until 6 o'clock... on Tuesday, he didn't get home until almost 7:30. The instructional day ends at 3:30, you remember. When he does get home, he's obviously exhausted. We make dinner, watch an episode of The Newsroom, and go to bed before 11pm. All of you people who have been married/living with your people forever are like "...yeah, so?" but for me, it's taking some getting used to.

Of course, that doesn't mean that I regret us moving in together. This is what we've always been looking forward to, and I couldn't be more thankful. Coming home to him every day (or being at home when he gets home) is the coolest thing in the world.

There are other perks, too:
- I always have someone to put lotion on the places I can't reach, like my back.
- I always have someone to try new recipes on (because I know Garrett will eat anything.
- I have an excuse to actually TRY new recipes.
- If I buy a bag of candy and it all disappears in 24 hours, there's someone to share the blame with.
- There's always someone to watch movies with.
- There's always someone to fix whatever household item I broke.
- Garrett always makes the coffee in the morning.
- Also, he always makes breakfast on the weekends.
- I have someone to proofread blog posts/bounce ideas off of.
- Unlimited back scratches.
- Also unlimited snuggles.

But there are downsides:
- There's someone to judge the things I DVR. "Do you need all these episodes of The Real World?" YES. YES I DO.
- I have to share my candy.
- Laundry accumulates much faster.
- So do dirty dishes.
- Garrett talks in his sleep.
- And he steals my pillows.
- And last night, he hit me. In his sleep. (not hard. and it was an accident, of course.)
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- I think that's it.

I think the positives DEFINITELY outweigh the negatives, don't you? Moving in together was pretty much the best thing I ever did. Besides agreeing to go on a date with him. And starting this blog. And getting an apartment with a balcony. And starting New Girl on Netflix. But mostly the moving in thing, for sure.

Blogtember - When Your Life Took a Turn

I'm not participating in that many days of Blogtember, but when I saw the prompt for today, I knew I wanted to do it.

You know how you have some moments in your life that seem super inconsequential at the time, but then when you think about them when you're older, you realize how significant they are? I had one of those my freshman year of college. It was the night I found out I had been hired to be an RA.

I was sitting in the floor of my dorm room talking to Kelsey when my friend Kyle came by. We had done our RA interviews on the same day, and he came up to tell me that he had gotten his hire letter that afternoon. He wanted to walk with me to get mine, but if I didn't get hired anywhere, I didn't want to be around a ton of people. I walked over to the mail center, got my letter, and walked back to my dorm to open it.

Let me tell you, the dorm I lived in freshman year was kind of a dump. It was fine for me, because it's where all my friends lived that year, but I was excited to (hopefully) live in a different dorm the next year. So I opened the letter. I saw the "congratulations!" first, and quit reading. I excitedly told Kelsey that I got the job, and of course, the first thing she said was "which building?" I hadn't even looked. I picked the letter back up and finished reading. I had been hired for the same building I was living in that year.

I was pretty disappointed. I was happy to get the job, but seriously? There are twenty residence halls on campus. I get hired back to go to the SAME ONE? Ugh.

I had no idea that I would go on to work for that supervisor in three different positions over the next five years, including one professional position where I'd figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Or that I'd meet my friend Jenna. Or that I'd start babysitting his kids.

And I also had no idea that when I'd go over to his house for his son's first birthday party in December 2009, I'd meet his cousin, Garrett.

All because of one job, and one offer letter that I read one random Tuesday night after a walk to Tate Street Coffee.

I love that quote from The Alchemist because it encapsulates our relationship so well. If one tiny little thing had been different, our paths never would have crossed. If I had turned down the job, or gotten an offer for a different building, or if i had gone to a different university, or if he had to work and didn't make it down, none of this would have happened. None of it.

Craziness.

Ten Reasons Garrett is Probably Going to Get Sick of Me Soon

Alternate Title One: Ten Reasons Why I Am Insufferable
Alternate Title Two: Ten Reasons I Probably Shouldn't Have Any Friends
Alternate Title Three: I swear I've Lived With Roommates Before, and They Still Like Me! (most of them, anyway.)

Now that we're finally living together, I figure it's just a matter of time before Garrett realizes he made a huge mistake.

Our apartment smells like fingernail polish pretty much all the time. No really. Even when I haven't painted them in three days.

I spill everything. No, I'm serious. Everything. And it is exhausting because the carpet in this super nice apartment is super new and super nice and I REALLY don't want to mess it up. Also guess who usually ends up cleaning up the mess?

Uh, whoops?

He lives his life constantly wondering "is this going to end up on the internet?" Spoiler: probably yes.

I call his underwear "panties" or "knickers" or "underroos (when I'm being especially hilarious)." Never boxers... or just "underwear." That would be boring. And I'm definitely not boring.

I would probably eat pasta for every single meal if I could. Because Garrett is a mature adult who wants to live a healthy life, he needs a) variety and b) something other than all carbs all the time. The fact that I am basically a child makes meal planning difficult.

I come up with a new Pinterest adventure nearly every day. Garrett is super handy, but Pinterest is an expensive habit. I'm working on it, okay?

Our bed usually looks like this by the time I'm done getting ready:

And our bathroom looks like this:

Why does one person need so many hair tools in one day?

I waste valuable DVR real estate on things like the Real Housewives of wherever and The Nightmare Nanny.

I may or may not be (but definitely am) the primary reason that we're getting cable. Garrett wants TV, but I REALLY want TV, so really, all the issues we've had with all the cable/satellite companies are because of me. Whoops.

I'm pretty sure all of these things are what make me adorable and quirky, buuuuuuut they might be all the reasons that I'm going to end up alone with eighteen cats for the rest of my life. Keep your fingers crossed for me, okay?!



Check out one of the sweetest (literally! get it?) bloggers I know, Leslie!

See you soon - but hopefully not THAT soon.

On Saturday morning, I drove home from Norfolk for the last time ever.

I don't know how many of you have ever visited Norfolk, but I'm not a huge fan. There are parts that are really nice (Ghent, anyone?) but overall, neither Garrett nor I like it that much. It's dirty, it's crowded, and it's too big and too small, all at the same time. But still - it's where Garrett and I fell in love (awwwwwwwww) so it's special.

(Here I will tell you that Garrett says that Norfolk isn't where we fell in love because we knew before I ever got to Norfolk that night. But that's neither here nor there.)

Any way you slice it, that city has been a major part of our lives for the last nineteen months. It's been the place where the love of my life has lived this whole time. Despite my feelings for the city, every time I cross the bridge and see the ships and the skyline spread before me, I get all tingly because I KNOW that we're finally in the same city again, and it feels really freakin' good.

It's something that became very familiar to me. I know my way around. I have friends there. Even the drive became comfortable to me. It was super long, and BEYOND boring. But I can do it with my eyes closed now. And I can estimate, to the minute, what time I'll arrive at Garrett's apartment.

I'm not kidding. To the minute.

For real, I think I'm hilarious.

Anyway, it's weird. This is the point in our relationship we've been looking forward to literally since it began. But always seemed like a really far-off, unreachable time. "When we live together" was something nice to think about, but it was hard to think of it as a real thing that was going to happen. Don't get me wrong - I'm thrilled. But it's all very "holy crap, really? like... really? for real?" to me. It won't seem REALLY real until we move. It is just craziness. (Anyone have any advice for cohabitating people? Send it my way!)

Okay, that's the sappy, ridiculous portion of this post. Other highlights from last week(end) include:

Some of the best macaroni + chicken and dumplings EVER. 

Margaritas as big as your FACE. 

Emergency 11pm runs to the grocery store for cheesecake.

Anyway, that's what's happening in my half of the world. Still consuming cheese in all forms, still in love with a really tall guy. Everything is changing, but then again, it's always the exact same. 

Happy Monday!

A Recap + A Question

I lost it yesterday when Garrett left. Long distance is exhausting, you guys. It's exhausting and awful and unfair and horrible and I hate it and I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Ever.

Okay. That's enough whining. For now.

But now I have a confession: we didn't do a single Cinco de Mayo OR Kentucky Derby related activity. Not a single one. I know. I know. Despite all that, our weekend was good. Friday we didn't do aaaaaanything, except cook an amazing dinner of spinach ravioli with alfredo sauce and cheesy biscuits. Wonderful, delicious, etc.

Saturday, we looked at a few apartments, then met Kelsey for coffee! She was in town from Baltimore for a night so we met up with her and some of her friends for a quick coffee.

After that, we went to Garrett's cousin's house, where we ate dinner and then played this game called Wits and Wagers. Have you ever heard of it? I hadn't, but it was fun! Also FYI: I suck at it, so you should definitely play with me if you want to win big.

Here, Garrett and I wrote the same answer, and so did his cousin and his cousin's wife. So funny, right?

And now, a question: What do you do?

I gotta tell you guys: I love this prompt because it really bothers me how much stock we, as a society, put into the question "what do you do?" What someone does for work is only a tiny portion of who they are as a person, you know?

So obviously, I've been thinking about this for a while. And this is what I do, in list form because:
I'm a list-maker. This is obvious, right? Lists are the only reason I ever get anything done, I gotta be honest. And sometimes, when I have a lot to do, I'll write down things that I've already done so I have a few things to cross off before I get started. It really helps. Who else does that? I know I"m not the only one.
I'm a nurturer. I love taking care of people. Are you sick? I'll bring you soup and crackers. Do you have a hangover? I'm on my way with the Gatorade. Going through a breakup? I've got the wine and chocolate. Taking care of other people is something I'm really good at. (Because of this, sometimes I don't take care of myself. But that's a different post for a different day.)
Because I'm a nurturer, I'm also a worrier. I worry about everything. I know it doesn't help anything, and I try so hard not to, but sometimes I just can't help it. I'm going to have gray hair by the time I'm 30, I swear.
I'm a leggings wearer. I'm just saying, if I have to wear real pants on a weekend, I'm not going to be happy camper. I would prefer to take my pants with buttons and zippers off at 5pm on Friday and not put them on again until Monday morning. Not sorry 'bout it.
I'm a corny joke teller. You guys, I love dumb jokes. I love them. I'm always ready with one. Example: why doesn't a chicken coupe have four doors? ..................because then it would be a chicken sedan. Amazingly hilarious, I know. I'll be here all week.
I'm an advocate. I have a dual degree in Elementary and Special Education. Even though I'm not teaching, I take advocating for people with disabilities very seriously.
I'm a coffee drinker. We all saw this one coming, right?

I'm also a fiance, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a wannabe fashionista, and a blogger. And I think I'm pretty great.

[Linking up with Sami + Jenni]

                               

 This week, I: 

decided to hop on Jenni's blog every day in May challenge. Hopefully I can keep on it! We're off to a good start! I also fell in love with a vacuum cleaner, and promptly had a quarter life crisis about it. (Stevie assured me that this was normal and okay.)

I contemplated a blog makeover, and participated in a few other link-ups. I love reading Lauren's blog (fellow NC people WHATUP), and I love doing the Sunday Currently. Sunday is my favorite day, and talking about it always makes me happy.

If you're like me, you've diagnosed yourself on WebMD at least once twice twenty times. The Frisky breaks down an online self-diagnosis, gif by gif.

Are you a parent? Do your kids ever do creepy things? Anything creepier than the things kids have said on this Reddit thread?

If you spend a lot of time in coffee shops like I do, you'll appreciate this article on the 13 kinds of people you'll see in a coffee shop on The Frisky. Also, I loved Sex and the City, but I'm glad I'm not like Carrie Bradshaw. Aren't you?

Jason Collins is officially the first openly gay athlete currently playing a major American sport. I applaud him for his courage and his willingness to create an environment where all athletes can be honest about their sexuality. His essay is long, but I encourage you to read it if you haven't already. (Fun fact: he played in high school with Jason Segel!)

Marissa Mayer, who has been kicking butt and taking names since she took over Yahoo! last year, has extended Yahoo!'s parental leave policies for new parents to 16 weeks for new moms, 8 weeks for new dads, and a $500 allowance for groceries or daipers or whatever. Kudos to her, and hopefully other companies (or THIS ENTIRE COUNTRY) will follow suit. We HAVE to fix our horrible, antiquated maternity leave policies.

Got a horrible coworker or a pessimistic friend? Be careful, because negative thoughts are contagious! And finally, did you know a county in Georgia is still having segregated proms? Seriously. In 2013. But this year, after some dedicated students put in some serious work, they had their first integrated prom since 1964.

Garrett is here! That's all I need to say about that, right?

I'm getting a makeover at Sephora tomorrow. I got VIB status about two years ago, and as far as I'm concerned, this is one of the main benefits. 

Miriam's birthday. One of my favorite blogger friends is turning 30 next week, and her party is tomorrow! I'm pretty freakin' excited.

Kelsey is in town! Kelsey is in town from Baltimore with some of her friends for a wedding, so we're going to grab a quick lunch with them... sometime. This weekend is going to be so hectic, man. 

Have a good weekend everyone!!!! xox

Weekend Recap

Double posting today (did you hear? it's Garrett's birthday!) because this weekend was pretty freakin' great, you guys. I just gotta tell you.

I got into town on Friday around four, and took some time to relax. 

Saturday, we had lunch with Garrett's family. Tottenham is his favorite soccer team, so his sister in law made Tottenham cupcakes!                      

We didn't want to take them into the restaurant, so naturally, we ate them in the parking lot. We're cool like that.

Om nom nom.

Awesome, right?

Sunday, as you saw, we vegged out, drank, watched baseball, and were generally super lazy. 

The only thing I need now is the beach!

Have I ever mentioned that Garrett has mad bartending skills? Because he does. I'm not specifically saying it's one of the reasons that I'm marrying him, but it helps. It definitely helps.

This drink is a fruit punch, pineapple juice, coconut rum concoction, and it was aaaaaamazing. Other notable weekend drinks include approximately five different kinds of wine, and White Russians made with International Delights Iced Coffee instead of milk. Yummmmmm.

Garrett had some things he needed to work on Sunday night, so I decided to catch up on some TV. First on the list? The RHOBH Reunion, naturally.

Garrett, how do you feel about listening to the Real Housewives scream at each other for two hours? 

Yeah, that's what I thought. Oh well.

Hope you guys had a great weekend too! Did you do anything awesome? I want to hear all about it!

Also: Happy Earth Day, everybody!

(via)

It's Garrett's Birthday!

So, the tall guy turns 33 today. And in case you can't tell, we have a lot of fun together.

(no, he doesn't know I'm posting the duckface picture until.. well.. right now. sorry, babe!)

I'm not a super mushy person, but I love this man. I love him a lot. And I can't wait to spend many, many more birthdays with him.

(Man, what a week, right? Still sending good thoughts to everyone in Boston as well as Texas.)

Some things that have made me smile this week...

It's Garrett's birthday weekend! I've been known to uh... kind of make a big deal about my own birthday. But I also love making a big deal about other people's birthdays. Especially the love of my life, right? This weekend is gonna be awesome.

Free coffee! I redeemed my free coffee from my own birthday today for the drive, and it was the best caramel macchiato I think I've ever had. (Double points because I had my reusable cup, right?)

Gettin' tan, man. I took a picture of myself a few weeks ago and my skin was glowing it was so pale. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but only slight, okay?! Anyway, I immediately trucked it over to Ulta to pick up some Jergens Natural Glow, and have been using it for a few weeks. They changed something because now it smells amaaaazing, so that was a nice surprise. Anyway, I don't glow in the dark anymore, so that's pretty exciting.

My Dad is back home! He was in Vegas on a business trip, but he got back last night. It doesn't matter how old I get, I still like it when my dad is close by. Sorrynotsorry =)

I packed in advance for my trip to Virginia. Yeah, this shouldn't be a big deal. But after two trips to VA with no underwear and a trip to the beach where I packed three open cardigans and no tank tops to go underneath them, I decided I really needed to prepare better. So I did! And I gotta say, I'm pretty freakin' proud of myself. (It helps that it was soooo easy to leave this morning because I wasn't running around haphazardly into a suitcase and hoping it all went together once I got to Virginia.)

Wine and a relaxing (and quiet) Friday night. This one might be the most exciting... Garrett is working for a few hours, which means I have a little bit of time to relax, drink some wine, and.... not do anything else. At all. I'm beyond stoked.

Despite everything that's happening lately, I hope you've all had a great week, and an even better weekend!!

Sunday Musings: On being an independent woman... who really loves being in a relationship.

It's gorgeous outside today. (Don't worry, the patio filled up right after I took this picture!) Garrett has to work, so I decided to get out of the apartment and head down to Starbies. They have a ton of outside seating, and who doesn't love being able to sit outside and blog? 

I've always considered myself to be incredibly independent. I think it's one of my best qualities. I've never been one of those girls that needed someone to come over to set up her DVD player or kill a spider. I much prefer shopping alone. I'm a pro at cooking for one. I value my alone time a lot.

But it's weird how all that independence goes out the window when you meet the person you want to share your life with. 

Let me explain - I'm still just as independent as I was before Garrett and I started dating. I still very much enjoy my alone time. There are nights where I just want to do my own thing, whether that's going to get something to eat and shopping, or laying around my house watching the Real Housewives ruin their respective cities while I eat Kraft macaroni and cheese. (I'm made of pure class, I tell ya.)

But those nights never last that long. Because as much as I enjoy the quiet (or not so quiet when my TV is on Bravo), I enjoy the loudness that Garrett usually brings way, way more. It usually doesn't take long before I'm looking for my phone to text him about this thing that I read or saw or laughed at. 

Take right now, for example. Garrett referees soccer most weekends, so that's where he is now. I've been looking forward to this time to lay around, drink some coffee, catch up on my reader, and just bum around a little bit. But as much as I love my coffee shop time (and everyone needs a break from their partner at some point), my mind keeps wondering to him, and how it would be nice if we were sitting here enjoying this weather together. We probably wouldn't even be talking that much. I'd still be sitting here blogging, and he'd be reading or working on something, occasionally breaking our casual silence to point out a cute dog that's walking by or to update me on the soccer scores. 

I never, ever thought I would say this, but I might even be more independent now. Being in a relationship can be very empowering. I know I have unconditional love and support no matter what, and that's a great feeling. One of the main reasons that our relationship works is because we both have things we enjoy doing separately, as well as things we enjoy doing together. 

I always make the analogy that your life is like a cake, and a relationship is like the icing on that cake. You spend your life building your cake. You put in all your favorite ingredients - chocolate chips, extra butter, all the stuff that makes it huge and fluffy and awesome. Then when you're done creating, you put icing on. Your cake is great already, but then you find the perfect icing that sends your already-awesome cake right over the top. 

I'm glad to have found my icing, even if I have to drive 4.5 hours to find it.

How do you maintain a sense of independence in your relationships? I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Some things that have made me smile this week...

Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me! WWDTM is my favorite NPR show. I usually don't get to listen to it on Saturday mornings, but they auto-download to my iPhone, so I listened to a few episodes on my drive to Virginia yesterday. It's sooooo funny! My dad listens to it too (he's the one that introduced me to it), so after we both listen to it, we talk about it. It's nice having something little that we share. Oh, and speaking of driving to Virginia....

I'm in Virginia! I hadn't seen Garrett since March 17th. Which is a long time. But now I'm here, and everything is good again.

Free(ish) wine. My good friend Miriam and her cute hubby Dan wanted a date night a few weeks ago to celebrate Dan's new job, so I volunteered to keep their adorable baby Juliet. As payment, Miriam bought me three bottles of wine. I promised Garrett I would save them for when we were together, so we have free wine for the weekend! That's always fun.

Bailey's Vanilla Brown Sugar coffee creamer. I bought this on a whim at the grocery store yesterday, and it is sooooooooo good! Next time you need to buy coffee creamer, I highly recommend this stuff!

Hope you've had a confetti-worthy week, too!

One water filter.

It's weird how time passes when you're waiting for something.

I replaced the filter in my water pitcher this weekend. They typically last three months, so I calculated when I would need to replace the filter in my head. 

It'll need to be replaced in June. When Garrett is planning on moving here. By the time I need to replace the water filter again, he'll be here. 

I was talking to my mom the other day about the remaining trips I have to Virginia. Next weekend, Garrett's birthday weekend, Garrett's graduation weekend, and a wedding in June. Only four more trips. I've made the trip to Virginia at least once a month, every month, for the last year. But now there are only four trips left. 

And then we don't have to do this anymore. No more depending on FaceTime and text messages Google Chat. No more "what are you eating for dinner?" messages. No more weekends jam packed with activities because we feel like we have to squeeze everything in in the short time that we're together. That's absolutely crazy to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. But it's so crazy.

We will have been living in separate states for eighteen months when he moves here. That's six water filters, two awards seasons, four grading periods, god knows how many trips back and forth. 

But now, the end is in sight. We only have three months, and one water filter left until we get to be together. When I replace my filter again, it won't be mine anymore. It'll be ours. For our house. 

Only one water filter left. 

I'll drink to that.