It’s 5:30AM, and I’m incredibly sleepy. I’m awake for no reason in particular – other than the fact that I’m enjoying my holiday by doing something that you definitely can’t do when you’re on your regular 8-5 work schedule. I’m staying up and writing a WordPress entry.

I’ve been with my girlfriend for about three months now. Not very long, but it certainly feels like we’ve been dating for longer.  I’ve never been so happy in such a mature, adult way. I suppose my past relationships have prepared me for this point in my life, where I can love someone in a way that isn’t immature, and feels positively amazing.

Sometimes I wonder if she’ll be mine forever. At this point, I love her so much that I can’t imagine anything else. She’s gorgeous…everything about her takes my breath away. She’s thoughtful, she’s playful, she’s passionate, she’s driven, she’s intelligent and she makes my heart melt. I admire her, respect her and adore her all at the same time. Just hearing her voice makes me giddy. I love her for all her thoughts, her love for her friends, the way she loves to cook, the way she hates having too many “things,” the way she loves travel, how she is always trying to practice Spanish, and for how much she loves her father.

Sometimes, when I look at her, I think to myself about how lucky I am that she’s mine. Sometimes she looks so beautiful and radiant from across a room that it feels almost unreal that I’m the girl she thinks about at night. I will never forget taking her to the airport at 4 in the morning, and snuggling with her in the car in the parking lot. I’ll never forget walking her through the airport and having breakfast with her in the terminal. Kissing her goodbye. She’s mine…all mine, and I couldn’t be more proud to say that she’s my girl.

The other day, I sat next to her as she played peek-a-boo with a little girl sitting at a table across from us. She looked so happy, so silly, and at the same time, so  beautiful. I don’t know why, but I fell completely in love with her after seeing her play with the little girl. I couldn’t stop laughing – not because the situation was funny, but because of how happy seeing her like that made me feel. I thought of her as a mother, and I thought of being there with her through that. She would be the most amazing mother in the world. I wouldn’t mind having kids if I got to see her so happy every day. God she melts my heart…