The one thing that comes to mind when I think of the word little, is little things. Yes, I know that is a song by One Direction. But don't run, because this is not about that song. This is about my boyfriend, Kevin. He is annoying and he can be a total jerk, but he also does things that make me feel amazing. No, not 'those' types of things. Get your head out of the gutter. It's the little things he does that mean so much to me.
We have been together 3 and a half years, and he STILL does things to make me feel loved and important.
For instance, he is not a Star Trek fan. I know, I know. I also wonder how that is even possible. Even though he is not a fan, he still has bought me the entire Star Trek series (the original), and even bought all of the movies for me. How awesome is that?!
He's not a Harry Potter fan. I also don't know how that is possible. Yet he rented all of the Harry Potter movies, and watched them with me. I had already seen them, but he got them because he knew how much I love them and how much I wanted to watch them with him. He made it through every movie with very few comments about how fake it was. Color me impressed!
I love books, especially romance books. He had a romance book made for me for Valentine's Day. It had our names in it and everything. I have yet to read it because my daughter won't allow me to have that much time alone, but still, I love the book and cherish it.
He kisses me every morning before he leaves for work. He still holds me every night as we fall to sleep. He texts me throughout the day to say he loves me and misses me. He writes poetry for me! I love that more than I can fully express. He still makes time to just simply spend time with me. That is the thing I love the most.
It's not the expensive things, or even the things that cost money, that mean the most to me. It's the little things that I cherish the most. His love, his devotion and his time.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Sunday Confessions: Awkward Moments
Hello, everyone! This is my very first blog post for this blog, and I can not think of a better subject than awkward moments. Boy, have I had a lot of those. The one that sticks out the most in my mind is the foot incident. So, sit back and let me tell you how awkward this got.
I just had moved to Cincinnati a couple months earlier. I was 8 months pregnant and had to take the bus to the Doctor three times a week due to a few complications with my pregnancy. Anyhow, I was not able to wear anything but flip flops because my feet were so swollen.
I was at the bus stop waiting on my second bus. An older gentleman sat down on the bench beside me to wait on the bus, too. I didn't know many people, maybe 3, in Ohio. He started a conversation, and seemed so kind, that I spoke back to him. He told me about his wife and grandchildren, and how silly the kids were. We laughed and chatted until the bus came. He allowed me to board the bus first, and even helped me by guiding my elbow as I stepped up on to the first step.
He boarded behind me and took a seat next to me. That's when things got weird. Have you ever had that feeling someone was staring at you? I mean, you could feel it? Yeah? So you know what I mean when I say, I could feel someone staring at me. The bus was rather full, but unusually quiet. It was early in the morning so I guess everyone was still half asleep. I wanted to look up to see who was looking at me, and why, but I resisted.
After about 5 more minutes of the staring, I broke down and looked up. It was the gentleman that had helped me on the bus!
Not only was he staring, his gaze was so intently peering at my feet, I was sure nothing could break it away. I couldn't see them myself. I had a belly blocking my view. I nervously rubbed them together, sure I had something on them.
He looks up, FINALLY, and said "You have pretty feet."
Ummmm, excuse me?? Wasn't really sure what to say to that.
"Oh...thanks..", I mumbled.
I was kind of shocked that this was the same man that was so kind to me earlier.
He went back to staring. I wanted so badly to move, but the bus was moving and I didn't think I could move safely without falling.
"Can I touch em?" he asked. LOUDLY.
I know everyone on the bus heard him. I wanted to get off that damn bus. Right then. But I couldn't. So I was forced to ride for 45 minutes with this weird ass man setting next to me.
Alright folks. That was my extremely awkward moment. Hope you enjoyed it!
I just had moved to Cincinnati a couple months earlier. I was 8 months pregnant and had to take the bus to the Doctor three times a week due to a few complications with my pregnancy. Anyhow, I was not able to wear anything but flip flops because my feet were so swollen.
I was at the bus stop waiting on my second bus. An older gentleman sat down on the bench beside me to wait on the bus, too. I didn't know many people, maybe 3, in Ohio. He started a conversation, and seemed so kind, that I spoke back to him. He told me about his wife and grandchildren, and how silly the kids were. We laughed and chatted until the bus came. He allowed me to board the bus first, and even helped me by guiding my elbow as I stepped up on to the first step.
He boarded behind me and took a seat next to me. That's when things got weird. Have you ever had that feeling someone was staring at you? I mean, you could feel it? Yeah? So you know what I mean when I say, I could feel someone staring at me. The bus was rather full, but unusually quiet. It was early in the morning so I guess everyone was still half asleep. I wanted to look up to see who was looking at me, and why, but I resisted.
After about 5 more minutes of the staring, I broke down and looked up. It was the gentleman that had helped me on the bus!
Not only was he staring, his gaze was so intently peering at my feet, I was sure nothing could break it away. I couldn't see them myself. I had a belly blocking my view. I nervously rubbed them together, sure I had something on them.
He looks up, FINALLY, and said "You have pretty feet."
Ummmm, excuse me?? Wasn't really sure what to say to that.
"Oh...thanks..", I mumbled.
I was kind of shocked that this was the same man that was so kind to me earlier.
He went back to staring. I wanted so badly to move, but the bus was moving and I didn't think I could move safely without falling.
"Can I touch em?" he asked. LOUDLY.
I know everyone on the bus heard him. I wanted to get off that damn bus. Right then. But I couldn't. So I was forced to ride for 45 minutes with this weird ass man setting next to me.
Alright folks. That was my extremely awkward moment. Hope you enjoyed it!
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