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My boyfriend's back

Dear Diary,
I wanted to write briefly to tell you about my boyfriend: He looks a lot like my husband, only thinner and sprier and shinier in the eyes. He's the man I fell in love with, the man I longed for over the last two years, the man I brought home from the hospital in mid-January. That's right. My boyfriend's back, and he's better than before -- hey-la hey-la!

Every day I wake up and pinch myself. He has lost gobs of weight, has gained energy and vitality that I haven't seen in years. He changed his work schedule so he comes home earlier in the evenings to play with Sweet Boy while I get our low-fat, low-carb, super-veggie meals together. He wakes up early on the weekends so we can walk in the local parks. He bought me a bike for my birthday so we can ride together. He doesn't snore anymore (hallelujah!), but he kisses me goodnight and rolls over each morning to snuggle when the alarm goes off. It's almost too good to be true. My lover has returned!

I don't know what happened over the last two years, but when I look back now, I realize how worried about him, how annoyed and frustrated with him, I was. I know now that he was unhealthy, and perhaps even more, he was unhappy with himself. When he was in the hospital I was terrified that we would fight every day about his health, that he would refuse to take responsibility. But that was based on the pre-2009 Big Daddy. The new and improved Big Daddy Version 2.0 realizes he got a second chance, and I'm confident he's not going to take that for granted. He feels good, emotionally and physically, and it shows. He actually looks younger! And the best part: When he looks at me, I see the sparkle I remember from when we were first dating.

This boy is cute and sweet and smart and funny and fun and I think I'm in love.

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