I really have no idea what to write about today.

I’m pretty set on writing something every day.  I journal every day in a paper journal when I keep one.  Why not blog every day?  It’s a good way to put down what’s going on.

Perhaps I’ll write about what my mom and I spoke about earlier today.

As a little bit of background, my current boyfriend and I have been together for 11 months.  We will celebrate our first anniversary on the fifteenth of July.  “Current” is not a very accurate descriptive word, because he is only my second relationship.  Ever. 

I bring this up because, in the last eleven months, we’ve had our little ups and downs as all relationships do.  But today, when my mother and I were chatting, and I told her that things between us have been so fantastic lately.  I wrote that in bold-italics because that’s how I said it.  So fantastic.  We get along, and we want to be together.  We enjoy doing the same things.  We laugh at the same type of jokes, and love to laugh at each other.  When we fight, they are just irritations.  We get mad, we apologize, and we make up.  I have never experienced that before – a fight that didn’t take all night, and you could move on right after.

Mostly, mom and I talked about relationships in general, and how good things can be.  Mom mentioned that if her first 20 years married were as wonderful as the last 5 have been, she would have had the perfect marriage.  Sometimes I feel too lucky to be in the relationship that I am in.  I feel like it’s too good to be true.  I hope that some day I can talk about my 25 years together.

Usually, I just hope that he feels the same way.