Good Morning Beautiful

As my one year approaches in December, I am reminiscing over my relationship. I’m a scientist, we analyze. S was never part of my picture. He came into my life at the most inopportune time and was the last thing I was looking for or wanted. But something clicked. Immediately. He and I although very similar, complement each other on our differences. While I tend to be feisty and easy to battle, he is laid back and refuses to fight. He doesn’t do well with tears, I hate crying; I’ve cried twice in front of him. He likes to overanalyze and read into things, I pick my battles. But the best compliment my boyfriend gives me is the simplest form of love and worth. Every morning, I wake up to a “good morning beautiful” text. He has done this, every day, since our first date (maybe earlier). And although my hard exterior hates romantic stuff or lovey stuff, I read those texts with a soft smile and only love in my heart. I wake up in a good mood. He starts my day with a reminder of my self-worth. Although I don’t need him to tell me that I am pretty, it’s always much appreciated. It’s always the little things that mean the most. 

So if no one has told you today…. “Good morning, beautiful.”