4 Years, 9 Months, 8 Days

That's how long Paulie and I have been together. I didn't realize we'd last this long, let alone have a hyperactive toddler like Svetlana who brings joy to our lives. We hardly fight nowadays, but that doesn't mean we understand each other all the time. But we've learned our lesson (the hard way, sadly), and know that even though we're not perfect people, we have to accept each other for who we are, give each other room to breathe and learn not get into each other's nerves by knowing what pisses one off in the first place. I can't won't say that Paulie is the most ideal man to live with, but I can say that given my attitude, he's put up with so much and I'm amazed that he's still here, taking care of us in the ways that he knows how. He is like the guy who loves his dash kit so much, yet doesn't yell at his girlfriend for staining or spilling something on it, just because he knows who's more important. I sometimes wish he is a better, luckier, more driven person, but then again, if he's all that, will he be the same Paulie that he is now? If not, then I don't think I would like him to change, because what he is right now is someone whom I've come to love so much, and I know in my heart that he loves me and Svet the same way.