Another snow day means I have to actually do some work around the house. I actually have to shower and get dressed. Damn. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad we have it b/c I was supposed to have parent teacher conferences tonight and instead I get to go to my bowling league…but still. Two days in a row. That means I’ll have to do something. Like vaccum and unload the dishwasher and put away dishes. Ugh. I don’t even want to think about it.
We were watching scrubs last night (or maybe it was on the night before) and it’s an early-ish one where JD realizes that he doesn’t love Elliot, instead they are just best friends. That got me thinking. I think that in order to love someone, you also have to be their best friends. Noah’s my best friend. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. I know that I love him, but I don’t know how I know I love him. Weigh in readers, how do you know that you love someone? I mean, I know I do, but how do I know?