This week has been so crazy eventful.

I’ve been working full-time, running around like crazy, screaming disciplining 10, 11, and 12-year-olds eight hours a day, and trying to maintain a wonderful relationship all in the midst of it. On Wednesday, though, was James&I’s seven month anniversary. I know it’s no big deal, and that it really was something not to celebrate, we spent some time together by going to see The Incredible Hulk and had dinner at the ever-so-classy McDonald’s by his house. But afterwards, as I was in his arms under the stars, I realized strong our relationship is to be able to be working basically opposite schedules in totally different work situations, surronded by the chaos of him moving and me adjusting to the idea of moving away, and yet, we seem totally uneffected by it when we come together. I look into his eyes and the world melts away; nothing matters, just those few moments together with him.

I’d like to say that nothing’s too serious with us; but that would really, really be a lie. At the beginning of this relationship, I knew something was different. Something had changed in me that was reflected in his eyes and the way he looked at me: he loved me with a passion that God had given to him. I don’t think we just came together out of a random set of choice meetings or coincidences; I think he really was placed in my life by God to change me. I’ve started looking at the world in a much more positive light, grasping the concept of true, unconditional love.

Of course we have problems.

But they are so overwhelmed by the amount of problems we don’t have, and how well we really do get along.

Moving on, before I bore you with my boyfriend talk.