Everything on Earth!

together.

He’s not really my boyfriend – he’s my fiance.  It’s funny…I waver on what I call him.  Some days, he is my husband.  It depends.

Since we moved to SC, it’s been hard for him to find work.  Last week, he got a job as a waiter at a fancy-schmancy French place in town.  He’s been working really hard…harder than he has in a long time…and it’s been really great to see him happy because he’s doing something, meeting people, and feeling like he has a purpose.  When he’s not playing the part of waiter, he is looking for a job in media sales.

Charleston is a hard place to find a job.  The economy and the fear in the world has made it even tougher to find one.  I am so proud of my Bernhardt for not giving up, for working hard at everything he does, and for moving here with me with an open mind…just because I wanted to live in a place where the air smells like magic.

When I shut my eyes today, all I can think about is Bernhardt and how happy I am…how he’s always trying for us…how we’re better people because of each other.  I feel lucky.  I feel…like I just may have to go to his little restaurant and grab me a glass of wine and a song!  I’ve been coming home to him so often that now when I don’t, I just want to give him a hug!  Sure, it’s nice to get to come home and just read or watch bullcrap tv…you know…invest in alone time because every human needs it…

but man, oh man…it’s nice to miss my man.