Mushy

Love is the beauty of the soul. ~ Saint Augustine

I'm really in a mushy mood today. I have been all weekend. I don't know what it is or why, but I've been really emotional in a good way. It's hard to blog when I'm mushy because all I want to do is postulate on how fabulous and perfect for me the Boyfriend is---and I know that by now y'all are getting tired of hearing about him.

Anyway, it's my blog so as the Waitress would say, do whatever you want.

He took the news of my new job with such rampant joy, he's even more excited about it than I am. He's told everyone in his family and friends about my coup, with such pride in his voice about how wonderful I am that I'm blushing just thinking about it. He did the same thing when the ESSENCE article came out and when I landed the $2500 bonus last year. He's just so supportive and encouraging, like my own personal cheering squad. I remember after I tanked the first interview earlier in the month and I came home in tears. He comforted me and told me that it was just a practice run for my next real interview. "Now you know what kind of questions they will ask, so you'll be prepared." Of course, with that kind of support I was all confident when I went into the last interview.

He's so finely attuned to my energy and emotions that I don't even have to say a word and he can tell that something is off. Most times he can pinpoint exactly what it is, whether it's pain, anger or irritation, he has such a finely honed radar into my soul.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~Emily Bronte