"That" Girl

I think it's safe to say that I've become that girl.

You know, the one who's always with her boyfriend?

I never used to be that girl.

I always hated that girl.

That girl was definitely never me.

But ever since Thomas came home, I've become that girl.

At first, I tried not to be.

Thomas came home Wednesday, we had our blissful day together Thursday, and then Friday I went up to a friend's cabin for girls' weekend up north.

It was wonderful.

But, I'll admit, I had a hard time enjoying myself.

Don't get me wrong, I had a blast with my girls.

It was a ton of fun.

But the whole time I was thinking of (and missing) Thomas.

And I felt so stupid because it was only two days that I wasn't going to see him.

Two stinkin' days.

But it still made me sad and frustrated and made me miss him.

Then the following Tuesday I spent another girls day at Valleyfair.

It was wonderful and a total blast!

How can you not have fun at an amusement park, right?

We had a hoot.

But again, the whole time, all I'm thinking about is Thomas.

How much I wanted to be with him at that moment.

I work a lot.

I usually work Monday through Saturday.

Sometimes I'll have another random day in the week off besides Sunday.

I hate work these days because I sit and think about Thomas.

Of course.

He's just so amazing.

We've become attached at the hip...for the most part...

We do our best to have our separate lives and have fun apart.

Like I've said, I've had a handful of girls days without Thomas.

And he's spent time with friends and family while I'm at work.
And we do group things with friends and double dates.
We go to Institute with friends.
And we spend time playng games with our families together.
We haven't cut people out of our lives or become too infatuated with each other that we forget there are other people on the planet.

But we are pretty much glued these days.

On days I work, we usually see each other before and after my shift.

On the days I have off, it's kinda become the unwritten rule that we spend that whole day together.

I thought I never wanted to be that couple.

But I don't mind being that girl.
I like being that girl.
It amazes me how much I missed about him and how much I love him.
I can't get enough of him.
I can't get enough kisses or hugs.
I can't laugh enough with him.
I can't have too many tickle fights or wrestling matches.
I can't tease {or be teased} too much.
I can't hear his voice enough.
I can't get too many random "I love you" texts.
Every day that passes, every day we spend together, I only find out more that I've missed about him. I only discover more things that I love about him.
It's like falling in love all over again.
It's bliss. That truly is the only word for it.

My life is bliss.