Lucky Gal

I am a lucky girl.

Even when I'm being my brattiest, Mike is patient and thoughtful.

Yesterday, after a rough afternoon at work and a phone conversation with him where I was short tempered, demanding and just generally unpleasant, I went to his house for dinner. It wasn't the plan we started the day with, it wasn't a meal I felt like eating. I was tired, crabby and ready for a fight, just because.

When I stomped in, he told me he knew I'd had a bad afternoon. "If I'D had a bad afternoon," he said "I know what I'd want." He handed me a beer, pointed to my pajamas- he'd layed them out on the couch- and said to take a little while to myself. He told me to lay on the couch for awhile with my drink, while he finished dinner. A DIFFERENT dinner than we had just discussed on the phone, because he knew I was salty about the pre-planned meal.

This is a rather silly post. It's kind of dumb to gush, like, "omg, the best boyfriend EH-VAR!",  but today I can't help it. I am grateful, and he's cute, so... not sorry 'bout it.

Happy Thursday!
Stephanie