There is something about spring/summer air that makes me nostalgic. 

As I was driving home tonight with the windows down I could smell the way my house smells.  And how it has always smelled since the first day I stepped foot in it.  It is the kind of smell that, no matter how many candles I light or how many years go by, lingers.  It's the soul house smell.  It reminded me of when Ray and I began and all of the times I went over before I had lived there. 

Then I remembered how Ray smells and I couldn't get to the house fast enough to hug him and smell him.  He just makes me so happy.  He's home.

I cannot believe it's been years and we're still so happy.  I can barely even remember a fight that really sticks.  I have never had a partnership like this before and for the longest time, I didn't even know it was something that exists.  I feel very fortunate.