So, everyone in a while, Vincent and I will just look at each other and realize we absolutely married the right person. It generally involves one or both of us doing something kind of silly (read: incredibly silly, but you get desensitized to such things after 5 years). And there is just a moment of clarity that "yeah, this is the man for me." This morning, Vincent spilled some coffee (don't worry, iced) when going through the Starbucks drivethru and when I reached down to look for some napkins, I hit my head on the visor. Why this prompted uncontrolled laughter, I'm not sure. If anyone else was sitting in the car, I'm sure they would have been concered that someone out there gave both of us driver's licences and jobs.
Needless to say, the "coffee incident" preceeded one silly ride into work and this short little post. Just wanted to say how much I love him.
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