There are many reasons why I love this man. But today, on our anniversary, I'll just leave you with something simple:
[Sharing his iPad with my cousin's step-son, taken June 2011.]
Today and every day, I'm am so very glad he's mine.
Three years ago, a very tall boy who went to school down the road from me had my roommates let him into our apartment while I was in class. When I got home, he had already gone, but I sat down at my desk to find a little card by my computer. It displayed an old man, sitting in a rocking chair on a porch somewhere, with a bottle of soda in his hand.
"Maybe it's the soda talkin'," the printed text inside the card read, "but I'm plumb goofy over you!" And then, the sweetest handwritten note from the giver, perhaps a bit immature for a nineteen and twenty year old, but perfect nonetheless.
"Maybe it's the soda talkin'," the printed text inside the card read, "but I'm plumb goofy over you!" And then, the sweetest handwritten note from the giver, perhaps a bit immature for a nineteen and twenty year old, but perfect nonetheless.
Will you be my valentine?
I'm so glad I said yes.
Valentine's Day came, and I was his date for a semi-formal event with his fraternity. I put on a black dress I had borrowed from my best friend Emma, curled my hair, slipped into some high heels and then twirled in the living room of that same apartment while Michele looked on and announced to our other roommates, "Hey girls come out, Megan looks hot!"
[AXE Valentine's Day Semi-Formal, February 2009]
Sometimes I forget about the beginning of my relationship with Rob. I forget that we began as complete strangers, became friends, and then dated casually and carefully before we realized that what we had together was different from before.
I didn't know that the boy who left that cute card for me would end up being the man I'm sharing my life with today. At the time, I didn't even know if he was going to be my next boyfriend or not. I didn't know that a few years down the road, we'd be eating dinner together every night in our home. I didn't know he was the person I would include in the dreams about my future. I had no idea Rob would end up being the guy that I would want to hold on to until the end. But he did.
And I'm so glad.
Happy Valentine's Day
I tried to write an introduction to this post, but I can't seem to do it justice. So without further ado, I give you my boyfriend.
I was asked to take a minute out of my time to comment on what it's like to live with the Freckled Italian herself. Although she has many adorable qualities, it can be quite creepy to sleep next to Megan sometimes.
What comes to mind when you think of a horror movie? Do you think of small, pale children murmuring nonsense coupled with maniacal laughter in the middle of the night? Well, that's just a reality for me.
Megan often laughs and murmurs in her sleep. I've learned how to take advantage of the situation, so I ask her questions about what's so funny or what she's saying. Here are a few of the most recent conversations we've had while she was deep in her dreaming. (By the way, she never remembers any of these).
Megan: It's already in it.
Rob: What is?
M: The stuff is already in it.
R: What stuff?
M: I already put the stuff in it!
M: It...it just bothers me. I don't know. I just don't get it.
R: What bothers you?
M: It's just a little button!
Perhaps a Pinterest inspired chat:
M: It's so ugly.
R: What's ugly?
M: Her pins! She just has such ugly pins!
M: Naked cats.
R: What?!
[she laughs, a lot]
M: Naked cats. Just some puppies or somethin? Like a cappucino. I remember watching the puppies.
PS from Megan:
This is just a fraction of the things that I say when I'm asleep. Rob actually writes a lot of them down when they happen. He's agreed to grace this blog every month or so with some hilarious sequel posts! Also, I am awake as I write this.
Hello, boys and girls. Rob here.
Megan often laughs and murmurs in her sleep. I've learned how to take advantage of the situation, so I ask her questions about what's so funny or what she's saying. Here are a few of the most recent conversations we've had while she was deep in her dreaming. (By the way, she never remembers any of these).
Rob: What is?
M: The stuff is already in it.
R: What stuff?
M: I already put the stuff in it!
M: It...it just bothers me. I don't know. I just don't get it.
R: What bothers you?
M: It's just a little button!
Perhaps a Pinterest inspired chat:
M: It's so ugly.
R: What's ugly?
M: Her pins! She just has such ugly pins!
M: Naked cats.
R: What?!
[she laughs, a lot]
M: Naked cats. Just some puppies or somethin? Like a cappucino. I remember watching the puppies.
And then, sometimes I get these one-liner beauties:
"Beans!"
"Extra energy beat!"
"The kids are buried over here."
PS from Megan:
This is just a fraction of the things that I say when I'm asleep. Rob actually writes a lot of them down when they happen. He's agreed to grace this blog every month or so with some hilarious sequel posts! Also, I am awake as I write this.