our plans were crushed...
our joy was a little too.
but we realized, things like this (life) happens... and it's not a sign.
you just crawl into bed together (albeit early) and if you're like me, fall asleep before your boyfriend does... you know, the one that actually has to wake up early. (sorry bd!!!)
he's at work preparing for the noon show, and i can't believe in a few hours i will board a plane that will take me back to Texas. I have been spoiled these past days... it felt like "normal life" again.
this trip has made me realize 110%... he is the man i want to be with.
he's my lobster.
he's quite simply... my everything.
Speaking of being sick... i am not feeling well this morning. I am not fully awake either, until i have a cup of coffee. In the unpacking, we still couldn't place the coffee pot. I also had to take some medicine and it suggests eating something with it. So i munched on cold pizza from last night. That's when the doorbell rang... and his sweet Moma brought me a cup of coffee, half & half, splenda packets, an egg sandwich with pepper jack cheese, and 2 packets of apple cinnamon oatmeal. She even included napkins.
it was sooo very touching. Max didn't even ask her to do that.
She thought of me. It means a lot. I knew back on our first trip home to his parents, my boy comes from a good family.
(since it was an unexpected visit, i hope she didn't realize i was wearing her son's underwear around the house. At least i also had on his sweater)
and then there's this... he is letting me take home one of his favorite shirts. He joked that he wouldn't let me take it home IF he knew i wasn't coming back. What did i leave behind? my nice lingerie.
(the polka dot one is his fave)