"I can’t imagine having your relationship so publicly put on display. Sarah, I’m sure you can enlighten us on how that feels."

Well, actually, I can.

It comes with boundaries.  And most of the time, you learn about those boundaries after the fact.  You find where the other person does NOT want to have themselves exposed.  For instance, Bryan hates reading our arguments the day after they occurr.  So I try and wait TWO days.

(I’m kidding.)

And mostly, it forces you as a couple to find a very strong, solid core.  You have to believe in eachother more than anything else, because people will inevitably try and wedge cracks in the molding.  People will inevitably email different posts to you or send anonymous emails to you or do any number of things to make you doubt eachother.  And if you’re strong, and if you truly believe in eachother, it’s only a source of amusement.

So I think Jessica and Nick can make it, if they want to.  I don’t think the prying eye of the public will be what makes or breaks this relationship.  They are both successful, they are both young, and they both believe in the other.  I think they’ll be fine.

Happy Anniversary.

So I had this fantastical dream last night that was really not as fantastical as it could have been, but it was worth noting:

Dane Cook was doing a campus tour and came around to Montevallo.  Although I’ve been away from there for some six odd years and Bryan even longer, we both competed for this "Spend the Day with Dane" contest.  I WON.  So I used my amazing skills, and of course Dane took me back to his room where things progressed.. naturally..

My shirt was totally off and he was a MAH-VELOUS kisser and things were moving down the right path when these girls come in.  Stupid groupie girls. (Cause I am not a groupie.  I am a FAN.)  They were all like, "Where’s Dane?  We heard Dane is in here.."

AND DANE TURNS TO ME AND SAYS, "HARPER, PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON."

I just looked at him.  Because, well.. you know.. Harper is NOT my name.

He says it again, as he gets up to greet these groupies.. "Harper, put your shirt back on."

And then I thought, "Hell, he can call me whomever he wants to.  That’s Dane F*ckin Cook right there."

Mm.  Mm-hm.  Yummy.

Had a good night last night.

I was just having such a lovely day yesterday, was feeling warm and content and happy, and the weather was helping.  So Bryan and I took a detour after school and had some thai moments.  That was really nice.

So, full and happy, we went back to his house so I could do some laundry.  I convinced him to take a walk with me (once he realized that all of TV were reruns), and I even let him change the route.

BIG MISTAKE.

Not only did we climb UP the steepest hill I’ve ever been on, but he then thought it would be fun to walk down Bankhead Parkway in the dark.  It was NOT.

Okay, it was a little fun.  Gave me a reason to cuddle with him.

Work is killing me.  And what’s REALLY frustrating is that it’s NOT the work load.. it’s personal stress in the workplace.  Everyone here is so agitated, so on-edge.. and I can’t help but follow.  So nights like last night and days like yesterday (that lunch did me tons of good, believe it or not) are how I have to get through this.

This morning, it was cold in Bryan’s house, for the first time since.. well, the last time.  We had several quilts on the bed, and just laid there, wrapped in eachother.  And I realized.. it’s almost a year.  We’ve got a year anniversary coming up.  A whole year.

I guess it’s all about remembering the good.  Because man, there’s been a lot of good.