Some people get all the luck

"But don't you think its awesome two people OUR age can stay together for TWELVE years? I mean....It's just kind of hopeful huh?" I turn to him as we park the car after the Walkmen show. He's sleepy and introspective.

Ever since I was stupid enough to tell myself that running a marathon is plausible I've hated running. In fact loathed it. I was pretty sure that all love for running has been completely ruined. My one peaceful past time that I truly enjoyed thrown away due to my stupidity.

The other day though, something happened. I put on some new music in my MP3 player and headed out for the fourteen miles when something kicked in. This feeling of pure ecstatic burst of energy and happiness came from out of nowhere. I felt like I could of skipped the whole way. As I crossed the bridge that lead into North Saint Paul and I could look down at the fields, the path a head and the town as the clouds began to disappear and the sun started to shine through this big grin from ear to ear evolved across my face. It was then that I realized that love and passion never goes away. If you keep the faith on it when it doesn't seem like it will never come back it eventually does.

"so how old is Travis?"She asks as she is halfway through cutting my hair.
"oh, He is 13 now. I've been his PCA for almost 8 years." I say with a smile.
"Is he supposed to be doing that?"she says, "he's pulling down his pants, oh....wait now he pulled them back up."
"What?" I laugh thinking Travis would never do that...well not at his age now anyways.
"Oh wait...no he is taking off his pants you better go over there."
I grab my glasses in shock and run over to the waiting room to Travis who has taken off his pants completely. He just took a poop in his pull ups which has seeped out onto all of the waiting room chairs, his pants, his socks and his legs.
"Omg...okay Travis lets go to the bathroom"

Travis has put me through some pretty crazy and embarrassing situations. When he was younger his favorite thing to do was scream at the top of his lungs in quiet places, spit on me in public, and lay on the ground in front of Target doors in refusal to leave. Also, standing on tables at restaurants and slapping random people's butt on the street. As he's grown older almost all of these have disappeared and the only thing that really kind of makes me laugh is his women's show fetish. Especially putting on the pinkest, shiniest high heels he can find and pushing his cart around the store.
So it dawned on me that day when you love somebody, something...you can love them for years. You just have to be able to put up with some of the crap.