(I'll apologize now for how long-winded this might be. When I start up about Aaron, it's near impossible to stop, heh.)
Three years ago, I sat in his smoky basement and attentively listened to the endlessly interesting and entertaining things he always had to say; never failed to make me laugh with his impersonations and jokes and accents that changed mid-sentence. Thus begun the fancying-him-like-he-was-some-sort-of-dreamy-fictional-character era and although it was all downhill from there, somehow we managed to find our way back up and got to the point we're at now - higher than I've ever been before - and the view is incredible. Oh, am I ever so grateful we made the climb back up and were still able to stand when we reached the top. I'm grateful for such a wonderful, kind-hearted man to play such a significant role in my life; each day, I am encouraged to become a better woman so that I can match the reflection in his eye. I want to achieve the good he seems to see in me.
There was 1 year, 4 months and 1 day of consistent inconsistency, doubt and worry. On 20 July, '11, a little after 11 PM, as I was sitting on his lap in the basement I fell in love with him in, he asked me to be his girl, quite officially. I couldn't forget his words that night if I tried. We stayed up, wrapped warm inside one another, curled up on the couch upstairs in the dark for longer than I thought we could make it, our eyes were so sleepy. But we made it (through the 1 year, 4 months and 1 day of consistent inconsistency, doubt and worry, through the tiredness that always brought us closer together, through the obstacles our friends and family became at times and through the fire that we both kept setting to burn each other to see if we could stand the heat) and we were finally there, together, and that's how it was going to stay.
One month into our (official) relationship, we conceived a child. We wept and mourned initially, partly in denial but mostly terrified of what was to come and what couldn't be. But happiness found us eventually, and excitement blossomed for our new future.
He's made me infinitely happier than I've ever been. He isn't perfect. Like everyone, he has his ghosts and his faults and his fears. But oh, how he loves. I can see his heart and it works just as hard as his crowded, loud head, overrun with thought. His heart reaches out and envelops his friends and family and it's a heart that refuses to stop, or knows not how to cease loving. It's that he tries
, despite his imperfections, to be better for himself and now for me, to help others be better, to see the world as a beautiful place with endless opportunity when so many voices are screaming something different. The hopeful spirit he has encourages me to be the same.