Reason #2: He always has me laughing.

He knows just what to do to make me laugh. On a bad day he says just the right thing to make everything seem simple with just one laugh. It's intoxicating :) 

Every time I start to get serious, he can’t take it and does something to crack me up..

Every time I am sad, he does his darnedest to make me happy..

Every time I am stressed, he makes faces at me…

Every time I am having a huge cow (tantrum) he laughs at me and this makes me laugh too..

He's my sunshine on a cloudy day  <3

Reason #1: He always let's me know that I'm on his mind

Most girls want to know that the boy they like or are dating are always thinking about them. I know my boyfriend always is because he lets me know, but not just by telling me.

Right now he’s in Knoxville going to school. When he texts it’s not just “Hey, it’s awesome here! Miss you! Love you!” Like he thought “Oh shit, I need to text her before I forget.” His texts are always different. They’re telling me about his day, what he did, what he saw, what reminded him of me, that he’s doing well, and also that he loves and misses me. However,even when makes the effort to spend 50 cents to just tell me that he went to class and saw some monkeys, it’s nice to know he thought of me enough to text me a thought of message that he spent a second or two writing, not something you could find inside of a greeting card.

i love you to infinity & beyond ;)

Darlin,

I'm scared to love you completely, but I'e somehow managed to give you my all. There is no other person I want more than I want you. I love you because I know you’re always there; There to catch me when I fall, there to listen when I need you, there when I feel alone. I love you because you understand me. You know how I feel even when I can’t say it. You know I’m not as strong as I say and still you never let me know that I’m not fooling you. I love you because you make me believe, believe that I am not worthless, believe that I am worth it, that I am beautiful, because when I’m with you i feel like the prettiest girl in the world. You make me believe that I can be loved, am loved, and can love others. I love you because you know, you know I feel this way but can’t say it and still you wait, letting me take my time to come to terms with the fact that I love you, Now I hope you understand.

Do you want to know what my problem is? I will tell you what my problem is, I LOVE YOU. I love your name, I love the way you look at me, I love your amazing smile, I love the way you walk, I love your eyes, I love what you look like when you are asleep, I love the sound of your laugh, to hear your voice fills my entire heart with an indescribable feeling. I love the way I can be having the worst day of my life and seeing you completely changes my mood. I love how when you touch me I get weak, that is my problem…

Maybe it’s the way you grab my hand and hold it or the way you kiss me. Maybe it’s the way you look at me, & your smile just makes me melt… Maybe it’s the way we can talk for hours about absolutely nothing but I still feel like I just had the best conversation of my whole life… Maybe it’s the way that I want to break down and cry when I think about how you hold me up on a pedestal… Maybe that’s it that makes me want you so much. Maybe that’s what makes me miss you so much. Maybe that’s why I’m so afraid of losing you. & maybe your my world; maybe when you touch me, hold me, look at me, even when your around me, I’m happy. Maybe you are just the most amazing thing in the world. All these maybes, but baby, I'm definitely head over heels for you.

I'm going to post one thing I love about you everyday until I reach fifty. Be sure to keep up ;)

Animal Crackers & Love

Hello Beautiful, I'm Erin Brice. Sometimes I don't like my name. Sometimes I'm annoying and I will not shut up to save my life. Sometimes I don't think hard enough about the decisions I make. sometimes I'm really obnoxious. I run through grocery stores screaming about WHERE ON THE EARTH THAT IS THIS WALMART ARE THE ORGANIC COTTON BALLS because yeah, I want organic cotton balls. Fake cotton just won't do. Sometimes I'm quiet, and all I really want to do is sit in my bed in the quiet and read books. forever, just books and books and books, and never look up. but eventually I do look up, and I see the sun sparkling through my window. It tickles my toes sticking out from underneath my blanket. I hate that, so I tuck them back inside. But then they get too hot, so I have to take them back out and the cycle repeats itself because I am just never satisfied. Sometimes I build up walls so you can't get to me, but behind them, I am just as vulnerable and small and warm and empty and wrong and loud as you. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative. I am a dynamic person, and I like dynamic people. I like myself. I love the world. It is a beautiful place. I'm a very religious person, and sometimes, I'm judged for that. I believe fully in my savior Jesus Christ, and I'm not ashamed to admit that. He's helped me through some seriously hard times. Psalms 139:14 is my life verse, and I believe heavily in everyword of that. I don't believe in judgement or bullying because I've been victim to both. I believe that everyone is beautiful in their own way. We are built in the resemblance of our redeemer ♥. I'm, by far, not a perfect christian, and God never said we had to be. His grace is there for something. :) I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses and putting makeup on for no reason on rainy days. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love the idea of freedom & living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your best friend. These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. I think it's important that you know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. I'm pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way.. Thank you. I love you like I love animal crackers and having the last word. And that's real love.