I don't do this anymore. I used to, when I was a dreamy little college girl who got texts from boys from far away. Now all my dreamy texts from boys come in the form of "What do you need from the grocery store?" So for this day's Proof of Happiness, I submit all of my texts from Graham. The fact that I get those "grocery store" texts means we share a refrigerator, which means we share an apartment, which means we are married, and for us, that's excellent proof of happiness.
I don't have an iPhone, but I want one! I really hope Graham gets the hint that I would LOVE one for my birthday in a couple of months. :)
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