Forms of love

11. Sunday I went to the Sounders game with Kurt. He knows that sports aren't my thing but he still asks me to go, gives me an out if I need it, and then tells me that he's happy it's me that he's there with.
I always say yes. Not because I have to, but because I really want to.

Sunshine is so rare in Seattle we left the house completely unprepared and spent the game fearing a burn. 

12. After the game I made fried pickles. I felt a lot nervous to make them because they're one of Kurt's favorite things. Seemed daunting and something to be easily disappointed in. But, I took my time and he said they were great. **Side note: I love that little plate**

I think the one thing I am consistently shocked about when it comes to this relationship is how much I want to make him happy. There is this fear in me that I am the only one working but over and over again, he does something that reminds me that that couldn't be further from the truth. 

**Note to future Melissa: always check your journal**