My body is sick and sore. My head is heavy, and my skin has the chills. But my heart… my heart is full. My Steven makes me appreciate even the smallest of blessings. He makes me better. He makes me happy. He makes me feel safe, and stable, and strong. He makes me feel so deserving of the life I’ve been given. He allows me to grow and constantly points out potential that I cannot see on my own. He loves me not despite of my flawed and broken pieces, but including them. And most importantly, he gives me the courage to love those things about myself too.

Although Steven is on the road now, getting miles further away each minute, he left me with a wonderful weekend to remember.

I am a happy camper.