Thursday, December 30, 2010

Lover Boy.


One of my favorite things about Andrew is that at least once a week, I see him in a sideways glance or a far off distance and my heart pounds a little, letting me know that if we were not married, I would probably be sitting in my room geeking out over him... even without knowing his neurotic tendencies or the way his hair sticks straight up in the morning or that sometimes he tells semi-dirty jokes just to make me blush and say "Andrew! Stop!" or that he still plays the air guitar.


I guess that just means he is my cup of tea... even though I don't drink tea.