
This is how amazing my boyfriend is: I puked out my guts last night. I tossed up everything in my stomach no less than eight times last night in a period of six hours. Jordan woke up every time to check on me, help me to the bathroom and throw away the garbage can of puke. I was hanging off the couch, my face in this garbage bag, making horrible gurgling noises and cursing this cheeseburger that bit me back when I started crying and apologizing profusely. "Baby, I'm so sorry. This must be so gross. *HEAVE, SPLAT* I'm so sorry you have to deal with this. I'm so sorry." *HEAVE, SPLAT* I had mascara all over my face when I sat up, my hair going every which direction, but he still looked and smiled at me like I was the most gorgeous thing in the world. He rubbed my back and said,
"Honey, I love you. It's my job to take care of you. This isn't gross. You're my poor sick baby and I'm here no matter what."
I'm most definitely marrying this kid.