Why living together is great

We’ve been living together for 10 months next week and somehow it never gets old. I like when he comes home. I like when he makes me something to eat. I like the fact that when I change the bedclothes it’s not just for me but for someone else too. I like going for walks with him and discussing the problems of the world and then coming home and reminding him to put the toilet seat back down. I like having someone there when I feel like suddenly I need to talk to somebody before falling asleep. I like being in the same room as him and not saying anything, watching him do something on his computer or reading a book, while I look around and feel this great contentment at being able to share my life with somebody who likes sharing his life with me. I like that he wants to open up a joint bank account. That is the single most grown-up thing that I will have done until then. And the day we get cloth napkins is the day that we will have crossed a threshold into adulthood and we won’t be able to go back again. It’s just really all very exciting! And I love it! And he does too! Sometimes we will look at each other and grin and say something like “Isn’t this just the greatest?! Our lives are so good! We are so blessed!” And then he invited two of his friends for dinner last week; and he made an entire goose with stuffing and Blaukraut (red cabbage) and Klöße (potato dumplings) and it was just fantastic and everybody was so happy; we even ate at the table I inherited from my great aunt Jeanne, and we used the pink floral tablecloth, and it felt so good!