There was a time when a Friday night in felt like such a waste. If there wasn’t a party, there was always something happening at someone’s house. Then came the responsibilities; post college. Working whenever needed; exhausted whenever I wasn’t. Then it was juggling schedules; making our relationship feel like more of a roommate arrangement.
Now I suck up any chance to spend with him.
Because life is crazy. It’s hectic and busy. It’s not at all like we had imagined. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even the days we argue and feel the the pressure of everything weighing us down, we end up apologizing. Even when no one was really at fault. And I love that. Because we both realize how incredibly lucky we are. Through all of the ugliness, we protect each other.
I get to spend my life with my best friend.
The one person who has seen me at my absolute best and my absolute worst. I get to sleep next to him every night, and wake to him every morning. I’ll soon stand next to him, exchange vows, and take his last name. We’ll continue to be partners. He’ll wash, I’ll dry.
And I’ll continue to love nights like tonight, when there’s finally no mountain of school work, editing or to-do lists to be tackled. Instead we enjoy each other for a night – maybe even the entire weekend.
Just us two.
And I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Friday night in.