A couple of weeks ago, as I was leaned over my toilet vomiting my guts out, Tyson was right behind me--flushing down the evidence and comforting my sick as a dog self. In the midst of the ralphing, Tyson said, "You know this is true love when I can just watch you throw up and it doesn't even affect me." We sort of laughed a little about it, but then I thought, 'Wow. It really is.' I even told him no one but my momma and dad had ever seen me throw up, so he should feel privileged. I'm also sure that won't be the last time that happens...
A few days after that, T and I went to Mack Park in Smithfield to take a family photo for his sister and her family. Tyson wore this lovely outfit to the park:
Neon yellow hat, homeless jacket, church pants and snow boots.
I couldn't help but smile and chuckle when I looked at him! Not just because he looked slightly funny, but because I couldn't get enough of it. I just thought, "He's so attractive!" Seriously.
I love this boy. And all his crazy outfits. I think it's another sign of true love, personally. :)
The thing is: true love HAS been tested and we passed.
SHWEW! Good thing, because we're getting married HERE in less than 3 months.
Then I get to see this every single morning. Yayaya!
Thank goodness he's mine.