House of Hawthorne

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“I tried not to make so many dishes, I swear,” my boyfriend said last night while grilling our dinner. We discuss the need to buy better quality aluminum foil going forward. He’s cooked our puppy her own little pork chop, and asks if that is so cute that it will make me cry. Perhaps it is. I really should have taken a picture of it, it was adorable. He’s so very secretly kind.

I ask, “Do you need anything?” And he says, “You mean, where’s the booze? You forget how well I know you.” And it’s both amazing and frightening to be known like that. When someone knows you so well, they see all the bad as well as the good. But he stays. That’s all I need to know.

These days we go down to the river at least every other day with the dog, scoping out the potential for shooting fish. Ruby grabs sticks out of the water and takes them back to land, and he teaches me how to shoot the bow. Unlike shooting pool and throwing disc golf, I am somehow good at this.

Last week we talked about being together as long as the puppy lives to grow old and how great that could be. We fist bumped in agreement.

I am happy.

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I’m sitting on my porch, checking Pinterest for recipes, thinking about my to-do list for the day, and I wanted to write about how thankful that I’ve found myself in what feels to be a regular life after so long just scraping together an existence. A year ago I was living in an apartment with my brother, and it was genuinely an awful place to live, and I had helped make it so, because I didn’t care about myself or my surroundings.

Wait, there’s a bee on me. Okay, and we’re good.

Why are you so serious this morning, Virginia? I just don’t want to take this place or who brought me here for granted. I fell in love with someone a year ago, and it’s been the most fun year of my life, and the one in which I’ve grown the most. I’ve lost so much fear over the past year, it brings tears to my eyes in gratitude for this person. I’m a week and a day away from turning 32, and I finally feel like I’m living in real life.

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