April 13th, 2019 - He Passed

Dear Diary,

So, it was pretty late. About 2:20 AM...and we were wrapping up our night....

Then my mom comes in, and starts talking at me for not drying my (already dry hair)

• it's tradition to dry hair, otherwise you get headaches
• you feel good now, but these things will build up as you get older (hello, McDonald's)
• it's also tradition not to shower on your period (don't shower on your period again)
• Isabelle isn't as stubborn as you
• you don't take care of yourself like other pretty girls do 

So, yes, our goodnights were interrupted by my mom. 

I come back, and I really need to vent. 

He says okay, but just for a bit. 

I decide it's better to let him sleep than vent at him for who knows how long. 

I am terse. 

We exchange simple goodnights. 

Five minutes later, he asks if I'm really okay, and he'd stay up to listen. 

I'm reminded of how much I love him. 

Wow, he passed a test I didn't know I was giving. 

I expected him to just go sleep, probably forget about this in the morning. 

He continued to insist that I vent to him. 

And even when I told him I'd tried to make it quick, he refused and said he didn't want a half-[butt]-ed rant. 

And I love him. 

So...my rant ended up taking about an hour. 

He gave me awesome replies. He agreed with me at all the right times. Fought on my behalf, cheered me on. Made me smile. 

Made me laugh. 

And by the end of it, I really did feel so much better. 

Paw Paw, you're my hero. 

Thank you so much for listening.