The Man is a Saint

I have been a bit of an emotional wreck the past week.  I might have the tiniest case of PMS. I have found a reason to cry just about everyday this week. For some reason the past couple of days I've chosen to get really depressed about all the things I didn't like about our wedding. One afternoon I got all teary because we didn't have sparklers. I kid you not. 

Now, I really have no reason to do this. Besides the fact that crying over sparklers is ridiculous, our wedding really was fabulous. It was exactly what I wanted. But I think every girl has things she would change about that day. 

So last night I decided the best way to cope with my feelings was to climb onto Erik's lap and name off everything I would have changed. Then I proceeded to start crying about it. The poor boy. Then I realized how dumb I sounded so I go to stand up and he pulls me back down on his lap and hugs me tight. Then he says, "I'm not done holding you yet." 

He listened to me complain for a good 30 minutes without interruption. He even justified a lot of my complaints - which really, is all an emotional girl wants to hear. 

I don't know how he puts up with me sometimes, but I'm sure glad he does. 

And could he be any cuter? That dimple makes me melt every time.