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The celebration of love

Ah, Valentine's Day. Tee was finishing up a cruise, so he was out of the state. I was okay with that; I've never been a huge fan of the holiday. But, I did decide to try and be a good girlfriend. 
Before he left, I had Tee make a grocery list. I shopped so he'd have food when he got back, and cleared off his driveway. I also left a card and present waiting. In the card, I told him that I'd picked 20 things I appreciate about him and enjoy about us...and that he had to find them throughout his house. I would also like to say that I drove out there in a near-blizzard and it took me double the time it usually does. GF of the year right here, thankyouverymuch.

I was excited to see him. But, atypically, I had enjoyed my entire time of being alone. (Did I mention that my roomies were gone too? They all decided to cruise at the same time. Without me. Jerks.) Does this mean I'm actually turning into an adult? NOOOOO! I wasn't even overly irritated at having to get up early and take care of the dog. It's concerning. 

After some hangups getting a ride from the airport, I finally got to see Tee in the afternoon the day after Valentine's. He was happy to see me, and it was good to see him. He brought me some jewelry...not Tiffany's...but some lovely earrings and a few necklace freebies. I really was glad to see him, promise, and not just for the presents. I took him out to dinner and then continued straightening up the house when we got back. I was putting the tissue paper back in the gift bag when I found something else inside. He took a deck of cards and wrote out "52 reasons I love you." Yup. Those words. Those words. 
Interestingly enough, he and I both picked a lot of the same reasons for...appreciating...each other. 

The following weekend we decided to go for a nice post-Valentine's dinner. We got dressed up for a nice seafood dinner, it was great. Except it's still too cold. Then I spent most of the remaining weekend crafting for his basement bar "we're" working on. It's so cute, it's hockey themed. And apparently I'm pretty good at artsing and crafting. 

Last weekend I went shopping with Meredith. It was really nice. I enjoy hanging out with her, and it was nice to get out for a bit. Then we had a birthday party for one of Tee's cousins; I really like spending time with his family. Well, my parents were there too. Sunday we went to Mass like good little Catholics, to a brewery with my parents and Tee's brother, and...I dunno something else. The point is, I've been busy, okay?! Sad as it is, I don't love having a life. 

And that brings me to now-ish. I'm tired, guys. My legs are starting to act up and swell a bit, slowly. I guess a slight perk of all that is having to take breaks somewhat frequently. Which brings me to the next trip--DC at the end of the month. The Sis and BroInLaw are there before heading to their next post, and I'm really excited to see them before they go. 

Oh. I forgot things. Last weekend my car started acting up really badly. Since Tee lives almost an hour away, I was really debating what to do. Until he brought it up, it absolutely didn't occur to me to have him follow me home (he had to come into town anyway). I didn't think of "we have to figure this out," I thought of "I have to figure this out." But, we came up with a plan. I was going to put the extra craft stuff away and he told me to put it in the computer room. I joked (as I have many times before) that he must have meant my dressing room. He hugged me and said it'd be my dressing room very soon. I freaked. I'm glad he couldn't see my face. I was turned toward the bookcase, so the only thing I could think to say was "put some books on that bookshelf." What does that say about me?
Then, this weekend, we were laying in bed chatting (I was trying to convince myself to get up). We were spooning (I really hate that term, I'm not sure why), and he always holds me really close, and he whispered, right into my ear, the words. THE WORDS. Then all of a sudden I kind of mumbled a reciprocation. And I guess in a strange, small way it's true.

He's so lovey. Why does that bother me? It'd be nice to have someone more like me--a combination of on and off; enjoying time together and time apart. I guess, given recent events and introspection, I'll never be a Cinderella.