The luckiest.

This month Levi and I passed up the big two year mark. This means a lot of things. Namely, most importantly, and of course the most obvious of all, is that we've been together for twowholeentireyears and that, is a reallyreallylongtime!

But spending 7hundredand30 days together also brings with it a few slightly less noted reasons to rejoice. For example, after 17thousand5hundredand20 hours holding the title of "girlfriend" to the boy, I now know exactly how he likes his chicken shredded, his eggs cooked, his cheese *not* melted and his chocolate mostly dark. In turn, he knows that I have a weakness for glazed chocolate cake donuts, that I put salt on practically everything, and that I will almost always pay the two bucks for a fresh loaf of french bread from the grocery store. We know each others favorite movies, we know each others favorite songs, I know minimalism makes him happy, and he knows that I clean when I'm upset. We've spent the last 1million51thousand200 seconds just being together. Learning every little detail.

And still.

And still Levi Chell Roberts manages to surprise me with things I never would have expected, even from a boy as perfect [for me] as he. I've been blue the last few days. A couple things have let me down lately and it's taken a bigger toll on me than I had expected. This morning I was really trying to kick myself in the butt and slap on a smile, when fortunately, the boy was one step ahead of me. About an hour after he got home from the gym I wandered into the kitchen and almost completely overlooked the beautiful bouquet of happy summer flowers and the box covered in tissue paper with a big bow drawn on the front in blue Sharpie.

A simple I-Love-You present. That sweetheart got me fresh flowers to display in my kitchen and a body ball - something I've mentioned just one or two times that I wanted.

He must know me better than I know myself because combine that surprise with the awesome AFV that was on this morning and today this girl is back to whistling the happiest of tunes [While working on those washboard abs, of course.]!

THE luckiest girl in the entire world. Two years later and I couldn't adore that boy any more.