When The Boy saw me today, he looked up behind a wall of sleepiness and yelled out "La Frontera!" from under the covers. He had waited up all night for me because he thought I was getting in in the morning, but he gave up at 10.00 am. Although my plane landed at 11.00, I didn't get into the apartment until around noon, and he was just too tired to stay up.
I ran over to the bed and gave him a big kiss. We snuggled in bed and he told me we were going over to his mom's for New Year's Day lunch. I got almost panicky at the thought of going to hang out with his (very, very loud) family for several hours on only three hours of airplane sleep (which is only worth half). Exhausted and borderline Grumpy Bitchy, I asked him if we could push it back a few hours, and we did.
"But you have to wake up for a minute, before you fully go to sleep, ok?" he said, and put a little bag on my back.
"What's that?" I asked, confused. For frequent readers, you might remember the embarrassing history of presents in our relationship. It's not prettty. Five years of being together, and the last present I got from him - three years ago - was less than glamorous.
But you know what? This time around, he bought me a beautiful bracelet that I love. He was obviously a little nervous about giving it to me, but I was almost speechless when I saw it in my hands. I was so touched that I just kept saying thank you over and over again.
"It's funny," he offered, a few hours later as we were on his way to him mom's. "It's sorta sad, or it might seem sad to say this. I don't know."
"What?" I asked.
"Well, it's like I rediscover you when you come back," he said, and paused. "... I see your smile again for the first time, am struck again by how beautiful you are, am reminded why we're together... I just rediscover you again. It's such a wonderful feeling."
"Why is that sad?" I asked, in absolute shock at his display of emotion. This is more sappy talk than I have gotten in years.
"Well," he said, "Because I should do that every day. I'm just so spoiled that I forget how amazed I should be to be with you. I should be more aware of it daily - you deserve it," he said matter-of-factly, and we were on our way.
My heart was all gooey for the next hour, at least.
And plus? Do you know what? My mom bought him a new outfit for Christmas and he looks MEGA hot in it. I mean, I might have to ask my mom to stock up on all varieties of the pants she bought him, because DAMN! I love coming home to that. Amen!
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