Sunday, May 09, 2004
Short post -- my muffins are cooking.
I came home from the fundraiser last night, where I had a good talk with Ashley and played some dodgeball. I tried to be aggressive. Crystal encouraged me, but alas, dodgeball is not my sport.
I think I'll stick with horseback riding.
I was sitting on the counter, complaining to my parents and Grammy about how much I missed Ben and talking about the house and packing and a million other things, when the garage door opened. I assumed it was Rachel and kept talking, but then I noticed that everyone else in the room had suddenly become very still and they were all watching me. I turned to see who was at the door.
It was my boy.
I didn't move. I didn't smile. I didn't scream.
I just stared at him, and watched him smile, and his eyes lit up. I just sat on the counter in shock until he had climbed the stairs, crossed the kitchen, and hugged me. I hugged him with both arms and both legs.
I knew I missed him, but I didn't realize how much until I got to see him again.
Sneaky sneaky boy.. calling my parents and getting their permission. Lying to me about the King of Prussia mall to throw me off track. Parking all the way up the street so I wouldn't see the headlights from the truck.
He came bearing gifts and painting books and 'Very Sexy' cologne and everything that causes me to find myself wanting to be a part of his life. He demands nothing of me, except that I be myself, and he likes my hard work (ex: mindless, annoying perfectionism) and laughs when I freak out over baby sheep/cows/dogs/humans.
So the end of last night was spent at my kitchen table and crashed out in the living room, with Rachel, Erik and Wonder Boy, talking about life and laughing. All is right in my world, except that now he is getting out of the shower and I have to go get the chocolate chip muffins I baked out of the oven and leave for Ohio.
Life is perfect.
P.S. Happy Mother's Day!!
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