Little smiles

Wow, it's been 2 weeks (weeks!) since I last posted...hmmm, can we all say bad blogger?  That probably rolls right off the tongue when you think of me these days, doesn't it?  Rather than making a possibly empty promise to get back on the frequent blogging wagon, I'll leave you all with a picture of the handsome little fella that I spent this past weekend with: Mr. Mason Reid (he's a serious cutie).



my apologies for the poor cell photo quality



Thankful for him

I just have to tell you how thankful I am to have this man in my life.  There's been a lot of turmoil in my life since the end of March and he has taken my sarcastic, and often times nasty anger, my tears, and my need for reassuring hugs like a champ.  When I ask him to fight his urge to try and fix the situation for me and just listen, he does.  When I'm starting to cross the line between sarcasm and just plain, unnecessary snarkiness, he tells me and attempts to reel me back in.  And when I call him with tears in my voice and tell him that I feel like everything from the past couple of months may have finally broken my spirit, he refuses to believe me because he knows I'm stronger than that.  He is one of the very few people I've fully let into all that is happening, one of the few people I'll talk in depth to about it all, and I am so glad that I have.  I don't know what these past couple months would've been like without him.