I would not have made it to work today if it weren’t for my boyfriend.

Andreas was out of bed this morning before I could even chisel through my eye crust. He had tea with milk and honey in my hands, and made me lunch as I grogged around the bedroom dressing by texture and smell (”Mm, feels soft. Mm, smells clean.”), eyes half closed and feet shuffling on the hardwood. He complimented and cajoled, petted and encouraged and before I knew it, I had lunch in hand, my shoes on, and was getting a ride to work (since my sleeping in had made walking unfeasible). I was only five minutes late, well-caffeinated, and ready to kick some ass in the basement…all thanks to Andreas. Best house husband ever.

Meanwhile, my mother has decided that she’s sick of waiting for us to get married and wants to throw us a reception. “Really, all I want is the party,” she said. “You two can decide whether you want to sign the papers later. I just want the party.”