Well ladies and gentlemen… I have something to confess, keep reading...
I generally don’t blog about my personal life from a intimate perspective (or do I?), especially since dating Steve, because I don’t think he likes it. Fear not, I’m not going to blow up my blog with my porn star fantasy life ;)
I went out of town this past weekend to this place/area, which is ~2-2.5 hours from where I live:
I’ve started an annual tradition with the girls in my family (my mom, 3 aunts, and 3 girl cousins) - we call it Mother/Daughter/Sister/Aunt/Cousin/Niece weekend, or some variation of those words all put together. We all very much look forward to this weekend. We have the opportunity to catch up with each others lives, since the holidays tend to be pretty busy and it’s hard to catch up with everyone on a personal level. We have a chance to have girl talk, take pictures, drink, eat, and do girly things – who wouldn’t look forward to that?! My cousins, who I’ve blogged about many times in the past, and I get along so well and have such a great time together, it’s always fun to know I’ll be spending a couple nights with them!
Well, we embarked on our journey Friday afternoon, around 2pm. All 8 of us spend Friday and Saturday nights up at
Breezy Point, and left Sunday afternoon to make our way home. The first next and third thing I wanted to do when I got home was see my boyfriend.
Steve and I have been ‘official’ for about 10 months now, but we’ve been
developing for upwards of about a year and a half. The last time (I think) that I was away from him for an entire weekend was back in November when I went to Missouri. I feel like we’ve already grown so much as a couple since November and this weekend it was extremely hard for me to think about being away from him for 2 nights. Lame, I know. I should be able to go away and still function without my boyfriend… and I can, I just didn’t want to.
This last month has been kind of hard for me, partially because of some new medication (which was, I’m sure, the reason behind all the migraines this month)… I’ve since gone off, but Steve has been extremely supportive and understanding through it all and I can’t even begin to thank him enough for that.
Back in December I posted about how I was
finally in a health relationship and I felt happy, truly happy, for the first time in a long time. That feeling is continuing to grow with the bf and I’m enjoying every second of it. It’s an amazing feeling to come home after a weekend away {un-showered, tired, and sore from sitting in a car} to hear him tell me that I am beautiful. To feel his arms wrap around me know he missed me as much as I missed him without saying a word.
Steve can be a pretty shy and reserved person, even with me at times, and I think that makes me appreciate him so much more (I think), especially when he opens up a bit more. The thing he said yesterday that melted my heart (whether intentional or not) needs a short background given:
Steve and I make breakfast together, every weekend, Saturday and Sunday (I think it’s one of our favorite things to do together) – we make coffee first, he makes runny eggs, I take care of the meat, and between the two of us we each end up with a bagel.
So yesterday, when we were staring deep into each others eyes ;), I asked him “Did you make breakfast this weekend?” He nods,
yes. I say “what did you have, eggs?” he nods,
yes. I say '”did you have a bagel?” he nods,
yes. I say “What else?” he says “Nothing.” I say “No meat? Why?” He says “Because you always do the meat, and you weren’t there”. Now, this may seem dumb to you, but to me, it’s heart melting material right there. I loved hearing that come out of his mouth.
The point here… is to tell you, yet again, that I’m happy… and that I’ve got it bad for this guy.
Bad in such a good way!