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Friday, February 17, 2012

L is for the way you Laugh at me

So,  my sweetest sweetheart came home the day after Valentine's day.  We celebrated today by going on a Thai food rampage, shopping, cuddling, and an excessive amount of hand-holding.  When it came time to exchange gifts I gave him a "soups and stews" recipe book that he had wanted and a pair of hard to find skate shoes.  For his turn he gave me a set of DJ Marvel Wolverine headphones which I loved BUT  he had already told me he was buying them so no need to act surprised.  He then said that I can have my other present later.  So an hour or two passes by full of cloying behavior and he says, "alright, I think you deserve your present" and so I unwrap and it is a two-sided frame with a picture of me on one side, and a picture of him on the other.  These pictures were taken on our last visit together with his grandpa's old film camera.  In the madness of v.day facebook postings and minor breakdowns by my peers on why they didn't get what from whom I became so overwhelmed by the simple thoughtfulness that went into this gift.  So I cried.  Alot.  Which made him extremely emotional because APPARENTLY it was supposed to be a joke.  So in the midst of my tears he reaches into his backpack and pulls out that little blue bag that makes every woman's heart, no matter how frigid, melt into a mess on the floor.  At this point I cover myself with the blanket (shown in the photo above, cape style) and cry even more whilst simultaneously refusing to open it because I can't believe he bought anything from the store that he has openly protested against, especially after I had come to terms with the fact that 1) we are planning a wedding and Tiffany anything should not be in the budget 2) he has voiced on numerous occasions that it is just a hype and that he does not see what is so special about something from Tiffany vs. Zales or Forever 21 for that matter.  So, after I partially compose myself I reach in the bag and pull out the little T&Co. note card and in his beautiful handwritten scrawl it says, "This is just the beginning.  I love you."  Again I cry.  That right there was all I needed for the rest of my life.  So now I sit at 3am in a blissful stupor with my new onyx studs in my ears, my little note card framed on my dresser, and joy in my heart that I am marrying a man who is beyond thoughtful, beyond selfless, and beyond perfect.