Someone once told me that every couple has their own language, peppered with inside jokes, pet names, and code words. It's so true. Erik and I mostly have silly rituals, so ridiculous that he would probably murder me if he ever found out that I blogged about them. (They involve a lot of dancing.) So I'll just write about a favorite little one that occurred this past weekend: Whenever Erik goes out of town, I always say, "Don't forget about me!" To which he always replies, "How can I forget about you? Your face appears every time I close my eyes." Swoon. I would have never imagined that I'd end up with a clothing designer who never exercises and thrives on the big city life, but I'm so grateful I did. Finding Erik is the best thing that ever happened to me.
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