Just got back

from a week-long camping trip with Aaron. We went to the Great Sand Dunes, Mesa Verde, Lake Powell, and the Grand Canyon. Every single place was beautiful, even more so because I was accompanied by such an amazing person. I can't say that it was stress-free, that I was always a pleasant person, or that I didn't often wake up thinking "somebody just club me to death with this flashlight." However, I can say that I came to love and understand Aaron a little bit more with every day. It's been just about a year since we first met, and the depth of that man's love and understanding is still a surprise to me at times.

Yesterday, after we had been together non-stop for over a week, I reluctantly kissed him goodbye and headed home to try to unpack and give him some alone time. But after only a few hours away, I found myself driving back to his open arms. I just can't stand to be away from him. And I've never had a better birthday dinner than the one we made from cans of left-over baked beans and quesadillas, while dancing drunkenly in the kitchen.