My Instead: I went to Annette's in the middle of the week for our 2-month anniversary.
Since Annette and I
starting seeing each other, we have been doing the “weekender” thing. Either she
comes to Belleville or I go to Farmington. We try to alternate places, but
sometimes one of us has to book two weekends in a row due to previous plans
made. Thank goodness we are both flexible.
After a full Wednesday
of being “down on my knees” working, I couldn’t think of anything that I wanted
more than to spend the evening with my girlfriend on our 2-month anniversary. So
what if it’s not the weekend! And so what if Annette lives one and a half hours
away from my door step! Ugh. But if my 16-year-old Honda was willing to make
the trip, so was I.
Sometimes I amaze myself
how fast I can move when I see that light at the end of the tunnel. And Annette
was my light. Quickly as I could bustle after my hard day, I got ready to go. With
a Wal-Mart bag of necessary items (make-up, duh), I was in my car and on the
road.
When I arrived at
Annette’s place, she was tickled to see me. We enjoyed a nice, relaxing evening
at home…just what I needed. Because my right hand was stiff and sore from scrubbing
and Annette is such a caring person, she ended my day with a long massage to my
hand. As far as I was concerned, she could have done that even as I slept. My
love language that night was definitely her physical touch.
It was good karma…and I never
even saw it coming!
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