My week so far:
- Sunday: baking all the things.
- Monday: 6am bootcamp, full day of work condensed into 4 hours, helping set up event and bringing baked goods to event, sticking around all night and helping clean up
- Tuesday: VALENTINE’S
Now. Ok. Boyfriend and I don’t really make a huge deal about Valentine’s Day because…just because. It is so cliche and we both hate cliches, along with the fact that we’ve barely been able to be together on Valentine’s due to our schedules. I had an early morning workout after a long night on Monday…and he still got up super early to make me breakfast in bed [sweetness level: high]. I went off to work and arrived to find not one but two dozen roses waiting for me. Call me bland, but I love red roses and they just…make my day/week/month. They were already waiting for me at work along with my favorite chocolate covered strawberries from the BEST chocolatier in town [sweetness level: still high]. Of course we texted throughout the day. He went to work out and skate and I was stuck at work day dreaming about spending the day cuddling with him and the puppy in our big warm bed. I went home straight after work because although we didn’t have any plans, I knew I wanted to spend my evening with him. He had my favorite dish from my favorite restaurant ready for me, everything laid out in the living room [I hate intimate dinners at the dinner table. They feel so stuffy and formal and he knows this. I prefer using being comfortable on the couch and using the coffee table]. He knows all of my favorite things without me even realizing they’re my favorites. It was so simple and oh so perfect. Just the two of us, doing the most mundane thing but loving every moment of it. Then he pulled out a box. I didn’t think anything of it because we’ve talked about everything to do with ring boxes before. But he pulled it out anyway and opened it and all of that “not thinking anything of it” went right out the window. It was my ring. Not a promise ring. The real deal. It was my ring because it was the exact one I would want to wear when the time comes to wear one. He was giving it to me and telling me that he loved me and I got so confused. So confused. But his explanation was simple: he couldn’t wait to give it to me. He knows the time is not right to make anything “official,” but he couldn’t wait to give it to me. It wasn’t a proposal [that would be muy cheesy on Valentine’s Day, honestly], but more of a “we’re going to do this eventually, but here’s the ring anyway.” I’m okay with that though. We’ve been together for long enough that it’s hard to really express how much we love one another with gifts. It just doesn’t work anymore. He tells me he loves me every day. Makes me feel so loved and cherished every day. Goes out of his way to make me happy every day. There is nothing he could possibly do on February 14th that would be any different from what he does the rest of the year, and we both know that. Right now, I’m wearing the ring. And I am getting looks from people I know about it, along with a couple of questions. But ya know what? It’s none of their business. Not yet, anyway.
- Wednesday: early morning run, work, game [where I found myself so freaking bored, OMG], and now I’m in my pjs just dying to go to bed so I can wake up early enough to work out
This is going to be my life until Sunday. Ya…ay.
