Last week, a sewage pipe burst in our basement, I was working extra long hours, and my teenagers were acting teenager-y, so I called my boyfriend Freddie and told him everything. “I’m sorry,” I said, after venting for what felt like forever. “I’m droning on and on.” His reply? “No, keep going. I want to hear everything.” I’m feeling very lucky to have this man who cheers me up every day, whether I need it or not. ❤️