Date Night

We have been working hard for the past week,
(well, longer than that, but more so this week)
and we finished packing up my house this afternoon.

Tomorrow we are moving.

So, tonight, we went on a date. (!!!)
It was perfect.
He is perfect.

We went to the movies and saw The Time Traveler's Wife.
I cried and laughed that I was crying.
Justin lovingly laughed, too.
It was a great moment.
I felt loved.

He's so good at this unconditional love thing.

Really.

Like Friday night, we were saying goodbye on my front steps as usual
and he just looked at me, with that LOOK!
The one that says he thinks I'm beautiful.
And then he said it.

The funny thing is, he didn't have to say it.
He's said it enough in the past, that I finally believe him.
When he looks at me, I FEEL beautiful.
No matter how I KNOW I look, I feel like the cutest girl on the earth.

Friday night, after we said goodbye, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
(there is a mirror in there, the only one left in my house.)

Oh my goodness.

Mascara smudged all under my eyes, sweaty hair plastered to my forehead,
bangs sticking straight up under the headband I had pushed them back with.
(we'd been packing in my hot apartment all evening)

I laughed.

Because he had looked at me like that and
still smiled at me like I was the only beautiful girl on the planet.
He thought I was beautiful.

I told him tonight how much I appreciated that he can look
past all the makeup smudges and sweat and still call me beautiful.

His response?

"There's nothing to look past. You ARE beautiful."

Sigh. He melts me.
So you see....he is perfect.
and he's mine.

(thank you Jesus)

Finally, to top off the evening, the text he sent me
about five minutes after we'd parted for the night:

"ilyaimy!!!!!! I just can't get over how beautiful you are!"

(and I can't get over how amazing he is.)