Very happy. When he walks into the room, I still squeal on the inside. Every single time.
But, I'm trying not to squeeze this too tightly, resisting the urge to act like an 8 year old boy who just caught a frog.
I am acutely aware of the fact that sometimes (oftentimes...hell, more times than not) even good things don't last forever. While I'd love for this relationship to have the spirit of a lightning bug with the longevity of a tortoise, I hope I will have the grace and maturity to recount this as a good chapter, no matter its length.
Unfortunately, in my experience, when you really like someone, grace and maturity are the first things to go...