“You’re making faces.”

“Yeah, so?”

“You do that when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“It’s okay, say what you need to.”

Conversations over lunch yesterday with Cent.

I married an amazing man. More awesome than I thought possible. He knows me so much more than I give him credit for. He knows my tells. It’s almost like he can read my mind (but good thing he can’t because it’s a bit messy up in here). And before I could even realize that I was giving myself away with my nervous facial expressions while waiting for our Pad Thai and Basil Fried Rice to be delivered to our table, he knew exactly what was on my mind. He always says the most encouraging things when I need to hear them most. When my mind is like a swirling vortex of indecision and fear, he knows just what to say to bring me down from the proverbial ledge. And for that, I’m forever grateful.

Thank you love. You know me better than I know myself some days. I wouldn’t trade that for the world.

Photo by the amazing Vanessa Hendrickson