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He takes care of me

Ok, I'm feeling really thankful right now, and since this is my journal I don't want to forget all these sweet things that have happened. 

Sammy really takes care of me. Today as I was freaking about the inch of snow, he kept saying over and over I'll take care of you, I've got this. And he did. We got everywhere safely today and were able to stay warm. He even showed me the seat on the bus where the foot heaters are. 

When I was having a really bad day, where I couldn't even walk through the halls and was crying, he stayed calm and patient and then took me out to dinner at a place I'd mentioned I wanted to go. He'd just gotten a bonus at work and instead of spending it on something for himself, he took me out to dinner, even though I know it was hard to deal with me. 

He pushes me to go to institute and be spiritual. I wouldn't have the testimony I had a year ago or the pieces I'm regaining today without his support and help. 

He always takes care of me when my head hurts or my tummy or I'm stressed. He gives some of the best head scratches ever. Besides my mom of course. ;) 

He helps me through my fears and anxieties and gets me out into the world doing things. 

He supports my writing and extensive plot idea sessions with him. 

He gives up his seat on the bus to sweet little old ladies.

He comes and visits me every day at work and waits for me to get out so we can walk home together. 

He stays strong every day even though its not easy.

He works so hard at his job and I'm so proud of all he does. 

He'll answer the Same question multiple times a day every day.

He loves and loves with all he has and then some.

He'll try a dessert that I really really love even if it has the after taste of chocolate. 

He makes me feel like a princess every day. 

He always always sees the bright side in things and finds the good.

He just loves so much. It blows my mind how much love he has for everything.

I could go on and on but there's not enough space or time. I'm so grateful for my sweet Sammy and hope one day I can take care of him and love and all these things somewhere near as well. 

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