why i love my Love

Him obviously not trusting my driving directions but biting his tongue and following them anyway. And me being right (for once).

Indian food and talks of good vs. evil in the state capital.

Eyeballing strangers’ bodies and him pointing at the especially shapely ones…yes it’s rude, but he didn’t want me to miss them. I can appreciate that.

Accidentally leaving two tips for the waiter. They were mediocre, but there were two of them so it all worked out in the end.

Cigarettes to help give us patience at the crosswalks. He lit mine for me because he knows how to keep the wind out of his hands and I don’t.

A hundred thousand iloveyous with heart to make up for months of somewhat empty ones.

Warm wind and a strong sun and green. It’s springtime. I’m going to try my best to make it last.

This is his most recent.

My first thoughts as a prospective father.

I’m not the end of the world, you know.

He’ll spend between 5 minutes and an hour waking me up…however long it takes for me to keep my eyes open.

Sweet words and hugs and kisses all over my face and goofy smiles and lots of iloveyous and sometimes a backrub or he’ll just touch my hair until i open my eyes and then look at me until i close my eyes and then do it again.

It’s a really nice way to wake up. He does it about once a week.

Usually I have half the bed…but if he goes to sleep before i do, no matter how often or hard i push/kick him onto his side, he still ends up partly on top of or under me.

He got a custom-fitted Emperor Palpatine robe from ebay.

It’s awesome.

He wanted to wear it to the reunion today, but I said no. I’m not as cool as he is.

Christmas reunion (dad’s side) today. Everytime he meets my dad’s parents he loves them more and more. Which is good because they are good, sweet people.

We’re having lunch with them on Thursday. We’re bringing food…Grandma said she wanted Arby’s…so we’ll bring Arby’s…but Marty’s gonna cook food too. I don’t think she believes he can cook. She will.

And they taste better when he makes them.

zuppa toscana, tiropita, greek salad, glazed ribs, fried chicken, all types of potatoes, cakes, stir fry, wor tip, monte cristo sandwiches, biscuits, gravy, biscuits and gravy…everything he makes is the best i’ve ever had it

and it is why i’m not afraid to grow fat with age. well…i’ll be ok with it i hope…its pretty much inevitable with my genes…so i might as well enjoy it

I really enjoyed it.

It’s annoying, depressing, scary, and difficult to listen to him talk about it…but now i am also, unintentionally, politically aware…well, more than the average american anyway.