My favorite things.

This week I have been especially reminded of how blessed I am to have Andrew in my life. I don’t mean in the sappy, cliche, lovey duvy way—but in the best friend, laughing with each other, and making the most of life together way. There is no denying that I am predominantly the type of person who thrives on organization, sticks to the schedule, and cleans the house with an OCD like manner. And there is no denying that Andrew is predominately the type who thrives on spontanaiety, lives hap-hazardly, and leaves a trail in his wake. There are a few exceptions where the lines are blurred or we share similarities in personality, but between the two of us—we make a pretty good balance of a person.

I love the fact that we can wake up laughing, understand what each other is saying when they can’t even explain it themselves, and do all the weird, quirky things together that make us…us. Outside of the home (and sometimes in), we can control ourselves and be the adults that we should be. But at the end of the day, I love that we can be exactly, bottom-line, who we are with each other, letting loose and having fun. On the flip side, he’s the person that I can talk to about anything. He is that type of person that you just click with—they’re on the same wavelength, they talk your language. That is Andrew with me. There is no concern, no issue, and no topic that I can think of that would be outside of his jurisdiction. There is nothing that I cannot talk to Andrew about, there are no secrets to keep—and even if I tried, Andrew would be able to tell. He knows me better than I know myself. He helps me to be a better person, he makes me want to be a better person—and often through all the little things that he does without realizing it’s impact on me. 

I’ve come to find that we are not even remotely the romantic type—we’re more like the “pick on each other” in good humor, add to our quirky to-do’s, and cuddle over a bowl of Buffalo Chicken dip type. We can certainly be romantic if we want to be, but we much more prefer the “funness” of life as opposed to drowning in each other’s eyes, locked in a self-absorbed world. Of all the teenage daydreams that I had about love and romance—true love is nothing like it, and I find more true love with Andrew, in his friendship, in our weird way of “romance” than I could have ever imagined possible in those dreams of mine. Just out of curious thoughts, when I was single and ready to mingle, I would wonder what my life would be like in the future, varying on the different paths that I could choose: where I would be, what I would be pursuing, who I would end up with. Now that I look back on those days, those old thoughts and pursuits, it makes me so overly glad, overflowing with the knowledge of how blessed I am to be right where I am, pursuing this particular walk, with my wonderful man, Andrew. 

When I think back now to the vows that I said, now three and a half months ago, I am even more sure and more at peace about my promise and pledge to Andrew Shaulis. It gives me the knowledge that God must have been thinking all of this through way before I was even in existence—because something this amazing could not have been comprised of my own making.