He takes time out of his busy evenings to pick me up from work
every day without fail, so that I don't have to make the half-hour, freezing, dark walk home. He randomly bursts through my front door, gives me a hug and a kiss and says "I just missed you so I stopped by!" then is gone in a second. He brought me a Cinnabon/a literal piece of the the highest level of heavenly happiness one night, not knowing I had just had a horrible day at work. He wrote a massive 'I love you.' in the snowbank left by the plow that had cleared the parking lot at work one evening. He randomly stands up from studying together, says "Sit down and relax. I'm making dinner for you," and does just that, over the sound of my protests. He comes all the way up to the library to walk me home when I have to be there late at night. He randomly inserts 'I love you' into his sentences, so they go something like "This morning I woke up, worked out, and did some Spanish homework I love you before I had to go to class. How was your morning?" He randomly saves half his FHE treat to bring to me afterwards. He makes me PB&Js while we're studying {
toasted. My world has changed}. He openly brags to people about me - My roommates, his roommates, my old/his current bishopric & their wives, my family, random friends we run into. My blushing capacities have never gotten such a workout.
What in all of heaven and earth did I do to deserve this kid?
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Ryan's 24th birthday, which was yesterday. I somehow managed to produce from the depths of my kitchen-ineptness pot roast, mashed
potatoes, and homemade gravy. Surprised the daylights out of myself, let me tell you. |
