today is our six month wedding anniversary. i know, six months, whoopie shit. especially when you have been together for nine years, six months doesn't sound like something worth celebrating. but in a world where you can be married and divorced after 72 days, paul and i have a "go on, give yourself a pat on the ass" sort of attitude today. he even shook my hand and congratulated me.
currently he is watching "gordon ramsay's ultimate christmas" and drooling over a glazed ham (i think he may have a chub going on, i'm not too sure), oh what a special day it is. then again, i guess it's just a normal day like any other, and i'm ok with that. so i'm not going to go on and on about how i feel about him, even though i love disgustingly mushy sentiments and being a gigantic cheeseball.
this poem says more than i ever could about what he means to me, whether he gets boners from hams or not.