Just when I’m convinced he - this - couldn’t any more perfect than it already is, the little love fairies whirl around their wands and sprinkle their magic and bam! I’m more in love with him than I was yesterday, and I never knew that was possible.
Conveniently enough we were both on campus (him, big fancy university and me, lame community college aspiring big fancy university student) and after our class/group meetings were over and done with for the day, we decided to put our worries aside and enjoy the lovely and sunshiney afternoon.
N is very proud of his hometown and where he grew up and I fall even more in love with him every time he takes me around the neighborhood, because he gets all happy and reminiscent and good-ol’-memories-esque and I can’t help but smile when you can tell he’s so at home. Literally. We got our midday grub at this little local bookstore set up like a food court in the mall, except classier and fresher-smelling. And sushi/Japanese udon it was, om nom nom. With full bellies, 5 o’clock coffee fix in hand and cinnamon rolls bigger than my head in our doggy bags to take home for dinner, probably, we rolled right outta there. And went to the park. And strolled around the lakefront and loved every minute of the pretty sunshiney day had to offer.
Because that’s what we do when we find time amidst our crazy busy weeks, even if it’s just an hour or two. We cherish it. After we went our separate ways, the perfectly-content endorphins all up in me wouldn’t go away and I realized how even a look or a smile or a quite bite between our go go go do this do that school work sleep eat poop school work school school lifestyles was that extra oomph I always need in my day, that reminder that if I just keep going and working hard, it’ll all pay off in the end. With a sexy hubby, successful career and beautiful life as my reward. See, I’ve never been the best at math, because two plus two very well might equal five and yet he is the answer to everything I’ve ever wanted, I’ve ever needed, and I’ve ever dreamed of.
Have I mentioned I was in the world’s worst mood when I woke up this morning?
Yeah, he’s that good.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
I didn't see that one from a mile away...
You know, I never thought I’d meet my soul mate so early on in life. In movies, the girl always has to jet away on some exotic beach vacation or get lost in the streets of London and then she’ll look up and a flicker will catch her eye, and that flicker will end up being eye contact of her prince that will soon sweep her off her feet and steal her heart for the rest of her days. It never follows a "they both grew up in the same town and it only took them eighteen years to meet" plot, because for whatever reason, Hollywood thinks that wouldn’t be exciting enough. I’m here to tell you that it would be, and it is. My story’s a little bit different than the typical prince falls in love with princess and they lived happily ever after - and much better, if you ask me.
Girl meets boy. Girl likes boy. Girl finally stops letting her silly mind games choose her fate and starts letting her heart run wild. Girl lets life take over the wheel and it leads her exactly where she’s supposed to be. Girl falls madly in love with boy. Girl wants to spend forever with boy.
And there it is, the story of my life and the one I’ll tell my kids at bedtime when they ask how I found my prince. I’ll tell them that he steps into your life without you knowing it the second you stop searching. That moment you turn your head and do something incredibly embarrassing and just kinda let go of the rules and routine and forget about the hunt for someone to keep you company?
That’s when he comes along and steals your heart outta nowhere.
Girl meets boy. Girl likes boy. Girl finally stops letting her silly mind games choose her fate and starts letting her heart run wild. Girl lets life take over the wheel and it leads her exactly where she’s supposed to be. Girl falls madly in love with boy. Girl wants to spend forever with boy.
And there it is, the story of my life and the one I’ll tell my kids at bedtime when they ask how I found my prince. I’ll tell them that he steps into your life without you knowing it the second you stop searching. That moment you turn your head and do something incredibly embarrassing and just kinda let go of the rules and routine and forget about the hunt for someone to keep you company?
That’s when he comes along and steals your heart outta nowhere.
Monday, May 30, 2011
world, say hello to my very first post.
i’m courtney. and i’m in love with a boy.
Sometimes I forget we’re dating because he’s not only my lover but also my best friend. We get in heated discussions about politics, or talking about if I really know what I’m doing going after my business degree on this side of the mountains when the some university, or how why the hell alcohol is still legal after all these centuries and marijuana isn’t? Sometimes I surprise him by scare-attacking him from behind and jumping on his back in hopes for a generously-offered piggyback ride, but one time he wasn’t expecting it and we both ended up on the floor in a hot mess. I thought it’d be cute; sorry, babe. The only place I imagined myself at this point of my life was drinking more than studied, dominating the party every weekend like I had the past few years, but I’m here instead and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes he makes me so laugh so hard that I can’t breathe, and then my eyes get all watery and my tummy muscles get all worked out, and I fall in love with him all over again. Sometimes he pretends like he’s actually funny and has good jokes, and sometimes he really does. When we’ve rough weeks and life’s just walked all over us and then rolled us back in the dirt, we run into each others’ arms by Friday afternoon with one thing and one thing only on our mind: a Nickney-trademark afternoon. (Copyrighted 2011, don’t touch our shit!) By definition, it involves a nice, relaxing smoke sesh where the one of us with smaller lungs (not naming names) almost dies of coughing and smoke inhalation, and then we subconsciously choose to be the laziest we possibly and physically can be until the clock strikes about 11 o’clock that night, and then we realize just how loud our tummies are rumbling and just how many horses we feel like we could eat right then. Does anything even get any better than locking ourselves in our bedroom for hours on end, hiding out from the rest of the world and getting lost in ourselves? We watch movie after movie after movie and… naptime amidst the love-making is always a requirement. The most demanding physical activity we get in our day is when we’re frantically searching for one of our car keys so we can make a late night pizza run into town, it’s great, really. Just another day in the life is what I say. Stoner potential, what’s up.
Fact: these are the kind of days I’ll look back upon with the best memories of. We don’t always have to take adventures into the city, or make classy reservations at a restaurant and pay $1300 for dinner, or spend the day at the zoo or meet up at Starbucks. Just being together is enough. Everything is always better together.
Sometimes I forget we’re dating because he’s not only my lover but also my best friend. We get in heated discussions about politics, or talking about if I really know what I’m doing going after my business degree on this side of the mountains when the some university, or how why the hell alcohol is still legal after all these centuries and marijuana isn’t? Sometimes I surprise him by scare-attacking him from behind and jumping on his back in hopes for a generously-offered piggyback ride, but one time he wasn’t expecting it and we both ended up on the floor in a hot mess. I thought it’d be cute; sorry, babe. The only place I imagined myself at this point of my life was drinking more than studied, dominating the party every weekend like I had the past few years, but I’m here instead and I couldn’t be happier. Sometimes he makes me so laugh so hard that I can’t breathe, and then my eyes get all watery and my tummy muscles get all worked out, and I fall in love with him all over again. Sometimes he pretends like he’s actually funny and has good jokes, and sometimes he really does. When we’ve rough weeks and life’s just walked all over us and then rolled us back in the dirt, we run into each others’ arms by Friday afternoon with one thing and one thing only on our mind: a Nickney-trademark afternoon. (Copyrighted 2011, don’t touch our shit!) By definition, it involves a nice, relaxing smoke sesh where the one of us with smaller lungs (not naming names) almost dies of coughing and smoke inhalation, and then we subconsciously choose to be the laziest we possibly and physically can be until the clock strikes about 11 o’clock that night, and then we realize just how loud our tummies are rumbling and just how many horses we feel like we could eat right then. Does anything even get any better than locking ourselves in our bedroom for hours on end, hiding out from the rest of the world and getting lost in ourselves? We watch movie after movie after movie and… naptime amidst the love-making is always a requirement. The most demanding physical activity we get in our day is when we’re frantically searching for one of our car keys so we can make a late night pizza run into town, it’s great, really. Just another day in the life is what I say. Stoner potential, what’s up.
Fact: these are the kind of days I’ll look back upon with the best memories of. We don’t always have to take adventures into the city, or make classy reservations at a restaurant and pay $1300 for dinner, or spend the day at the zoo or meet up at Starbucks. Just being together is enough. Everything is always better together.
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