Sometimes we have rough days, and sometimes those rough days turn into rough weeks. I'm lucky to have this guy to tell me something good, and pick me back up when I'm broken and weak. I haven't been that enjoyable to be around this week, and Curtis has done his best to look past that and help lift me up with those little something goods. Sometimes I find it completely necessary to tell the world how grateful I am he picked me.
You know who else is great? My mom. She knows me better than most. She's seen me in the worst of times, and in the best of times and somehow she still loves me unconditionally. I don't know that I could be luckier to have her as my mom and more importantly, my best friend.
I feel lucky, and I don't ever take that for granted.