I don’t know if it’s something that comes with age and maturity, or if it’s completely situational, but this is the first relationship that I’ve had that I can act like a complete goofball one second and discuss the checkbook balance the next. It’s the first time that I realized that love was about comfort, home, and family, and not excitement, adventure, and sex. The great part is that it’s still exciting, sex is amazing, and each day seems like an adventure…but there’s still this comfortable little feeling that goes along with it! Does that make sense? Oh, yeah…that’s another great thing about love…it NEVER makes sense! lol