You know what keeps me healthy? This guy. I'm not talking about the way a personal trainer or a nutritionist would; I'm talking about in the soul. I've been sick all weekend (and now that I think about it, probably all week), and when I'm sick I'm easily frustrated. When I'm frustrated I'm rather difficult to be around. It takes a very patient and understanding person to be around me when I'm this way, and I owe a big thank-you to Andrew for being that person.
I quarantined myself for the last couple days, even though it was gorgeous outside. I hate being indoors when it's sunny out, so when I'd finally had enough cabin fever on Sunday, Andrew took me out for a walk (yes, one of us is supposed to be a dog in this scenario). Twice. He hugged me, brought me water, and patted me on the head when I was being a pill. And when I was my worst, he just laughed at me in that this-is-only-kind-of-cute-because-you-so-rarely-get-sick-and-you're-bad-at-it sort of way.
Oh, and he let me eat bon bons on the sofa while we watched a Lost marathon, which was a great dry-run of my life plan: I'm going to trick him into marrying me, quit my job, and sit on the sofa all day eating bon bons and catching up on my soaps. Shhhh.
I love you, Andrew!
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