He cooks.
He cleans.
He's affectionate.
He makes me laugh.
He surprises me all the time, random things, thoughtful things.
We have not had one single argument or disagreement in the entire time we have been together.
He does thoughtful things like making sure there is food in the freezer to heat up when he's not here, so I don't have to cook, or forget to eat, or eat junk because it's easier to make for just me.
When I'm down, he's bought me flowers, or left me cute messages.
He supports me in whatever way he can.
He inspires me to be better and to do better.
He says and does sweet and caring things.
He says what he means, and means what he says.
He tells me I'm beautiful and sexy, even when I don't feel like I am.
All that he does and says makes me feel like he wants me, loves me, adores me. As if I'm the most wonderful beautiful intelligent woman who has set foot on this earth. Maybe I'm not any of things but to him, I am.
He misses me when I'm not there.
When he looks at me, I can see the affection in his eyes.
He includes me in his life. He wants me to be part of it. He doesn't want me to not be part of it.
He is taking me to Fiji for my birthday this year. The trip has now been booked and paid for.
He is mine. I am his.
Monday, September 20, 2010
The day he told me he loves me
Last Tuesday my Sydney Boy was home all day and we had decided to have a 'date' that night seems we hadn't had much time together as a result of his working schedule. He told me he was cooking dinner, a roast and then we were going to see the new movie that I'd been wanting to see, "Tomorrow, when the war began". I was excited.
When I got on the train, he sent me a text message to tell me he had "installed" something that day. Now, in my domesticated bliss, all the way home, I was wondering what it was he'd installed. After much thought, I came to the conclusion that he must have secretly organised to get the light above the mirror that I had been complaining about for weeks, fixed. Then I thought perhaps he'd bought a new gadget (like when he'd bought the telly without telling me he was going to buy one!).
Then he sent me a text message saying to be careful as I walked in the door. Well, this had me stumped about what it was he had 'installed' and I decided that it must not be the light in the bathroom at all, but no doubt he's gotten something that he thinks I'll like or that will help me.
When I arrived home, I opened the door and gingerly put my head around the corner, wondering what I had to be careful of. The lights were off, there was candle light, and a naked man wearing my pink betty boop fluffy boots topped with an apron standing at the stove with the roast. Well, this was certainly not what I was expecting at all! And, what a sight!
I walked in the door and put my bag down as he hugged and kissed me. I kept looking around trying to see if there was anything new or different. Between kisses I couldn't see anything. He sat me down the bed and took of the apron. He told me he'd dipped himself in strawberries and although I was a little confused, I could smell strawberries on his chest. It's not that I didn't enjoy kissing my boyfriend or getting a little X rated but I couldn't help but be a little distracted trying to find out what exactly he'd 'installed'. This is very different to the way I used to be. He then treated me to a full body massage which was divine and I succumbed to the enjoyment of the massage.
Afterwards, we were sitting in the bath chatting, as we do every night. I asked him what was installed that day when I noticed that the light over the mirror wasn't fixed. It's then he tells me that he simply meant he had meant he'd organised something (ie the massage and dinner). Whoops for me... Although I enjoyed everything he'd planned, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that the light wasn't fixed ha ha.
It's then he also tells me that he'd originally written "I love you" with strawberry body paint on his chest. Of course this was all smudged and ruined when he put the apron on!
I couldn't help but giggle and fall even more in love with him just at the thought. It might not have gone the way he'd planned it but I love that he thought of such a creative way of telling me for the first time.
And that is the story of the the day he told me he loves me.
When I got on the train, he sent me a text message to tell me he had "installed" something that day. Now, in my domesticated bliss, all the way home, I was wondering what it was he'd installed. After much thought, I came to the conclusion that he must have secretly organised to get the light above the mirror that I had been complaining about for weeks, fixed. Then I thought perhaps he'd bought a new gadget (like when he'd bought the telly without telling me he was going to buy one!).
Then he sent me a text message saying to be careful as I walked in the door. Well, this had me stumped about what it was he had 'installed' and I decided that it must not be the light in the bathroom at all, but no doubt he's gotten something that he thinks I'll like or that will help me.
When I arrived home, I opened the door and gingerly put my head around the corner, wondering what I had to be careful of. The lights were off, there was candle light, and a naked man wearing my pink betty boop fluffy boots topped with an apron standing at the stove with the roast. Well, this was certainly not what I was expecting at all! And, what a sight!
I walked in the door and put my bag down as he hugged and kissed me. I kept looking around trying to see if there was anything new or different. Between kisses I couldn't see anything. He sat me down the bed and took of the apron. He told me he'd dipped himself in strawberries and although I was a little confused, I could smell strawberries on his chest. It's not that I didn't enjoy kissing my boyfriend or getting a little X rated but I couldn't help but be a little distracted trying to find out what exactly he'd 'installed'. This is very different to the way I used to be. He then treated me to a full body massage which was divine and I succumbed to the enjoyment of the massage.
Afterwards, we were sitting in the bath chatting, as we do every night. I asked him what was installed that day when I noticed that the light over the mirror wasn't fixed. It's then he tells me that he simply meant he had meant he'd organised something (ie the massage and dinner). Whoops for me... Although I enjoyed everything he'd planned, I couldn't help but be a little disappointed that the light wasn't fixed ha ha.
It's then he also tells me that he'd originally written "I love you" with strawberry body paint on his chest. Of course this was all smudged and ruined when he put the apron on!
I couldn't help but giggle and fall even more in love with him just at the thought. It might not have gone the way he'd planned it but I love that he thought of such a creative way of telling me for the first time.
And that is the story of the the day he told me he loves me.
Birthday shenanigans
I wanted to plan something fun for my Sydney Boy's birthday. For weeks, I tossed a number of ideas through my head, trying to work out what I could do to make his birthday special. I was going to give him a present or do something every day of his birthday week. I kept joking with him telling him I was so stumped for ideas for his birthday that I was just going to get him socks and jocks and leave it at that. For a while, he was looking at going to the musical, Wicked. I didn't know how to pull this one off without him getting suspicious. I finally got him to commit to having the night before we were going to Melbourne for his birthday (he'd booked this a while ago) off from work so I could book a table at a 'prestigious restaurant'. So, I booked the tickets to see Wicked. But, I wanted to make this fun and I realised that it just wasn't possible to do what I'd planned (the present every day) with Wicked being on the Friday night.
So, the treasure hunt came into fruition. I went and I bought a couple of pairs of socks, a pair of jox, a wallet, some cologne and some biros (so he can stop taking all mine to work!).
I then carefully wrapped (complete with ribbon) each gift individually and came up with some hiding places, and clues to go with and placed a clue with each gift. On the Saturday before his birthday, after much bargaining from my Sydney Boy, I got him to go to the shops on the premise of getting some food item so I could hide all of the gifts in their hiding place.
On his return, I gave him an envelope with his first clue which sent him down to the mailbox. In the mailbox, he found a pair of socks wrapped up with another clue. This clue sent him to the microwave where he found a pair of jocks wrapped up with another clue. This clue took him to the pantry where he found another pair of socks wrapped up with another clue which sent him to the bathroom. In the bathroom, he found the wallet and biros wrapped up with a clue that sent him to the couch. Under a pillow on the couch, he found the cologne and shower gel wrapped up with a clue that sent him to his final destination: the pillow on the bed. Inside the box, were tickets to see Wicked on 3 September. It was a fun little exercise.
Wicked was really awesome too. If you haven't had the chance to see it, go to Brisbane and see it - I promise it's well worth the money. We'd go and see it again!
The following day we went to Melbourne with his mate, M. We had lunch at a fabulous cafe that is set in America in the 1960s. There was an Elvis and each table had it's own juke box on it with all the music back in 'the day'. I was in heaven. Their milkshakes are to die for. We checked into our hotel, and had a birthday dinner and drinks at the Casino.
The next day, we packed up and headed to Mt Buller to the snow. It was the first time I'd been to the snow and I'm so glad I got to share it with my Sydney Boy.
I really have had such a wonderful time in the past 6 months with my Sydney Boy, and probably done more too in that time compared to the rest of my life. I'm so excited to see where our lives end up if this is what it's like in the first 6 months. I know that, like all relationships, we'll need to work at it constantly, and that if we do not keep working at it, life won't be this wonderful forever and we'll begin to take each other for granted. I know that life will change as we are together longer, and as our relationship progresses to the next stages of our lives.
My Sydney Boy has something planned for next weekend. I'm not quite sure where we're going or what we're doing, but he's always surprising me and I love it.
So, the treasure hunt came into fruition. I went and I bought a couple of pairs of socks, a pair of jox, a wallet, some cologne and some biros (so he can stop taking all mine to work!).
I then carefully wrapped (complete with ribbon) each gift individually and came up with some hiding places, and clues to go with and placed a clue with each gift. On the Saturday before his birthday, after much bargaining from my Sydney Boy, I got him to go to the shops on the premise of getting some food item so I could hide all of the gifts in their hiding place.
On his return, I gave him an envelope with his first clue which sent him down to the mailbox. In the mailbox, he found a pair of socks wrapped up with another clue. This clue sent him to the microwave where he found a pair of jocks wrapped up with another clue. This clue took him to the pantry where he found another pair of socks wrapped up with another clue which sent him to the bathroom. In the bathroom, he found the wallet and biros wrapped up with a clue that sent him to the couch. Under a pillow on the couch, he found the cologne and shower gel wrapped up with a clue that sent him to his final destination: the pillow on the bed. Inside the box, were tickets to see Wicked on 3 September. It was a fun little exercise.
Wicked was really awesome too. If you haven't had the chance to see it, go to Brisbane and see it - I promise it's well worth the money. We'd go and see it again!
The following day we went to Melbourne with his mate, M. We had lunch at a fabulous cafe that is set in America in the 1960s. There was an Elvis and each table had it's own juke box on it with all the music back in 'the day'. I was in heaven. Their milkshakes are to die for. We checked into our hotel, and had a birthday dinner and drinks at the Casino.
The next day, we packed up and headed to Mt Buller to the snow. It was the first time I'd been to the snow and I'm so glad I got to share it with my Sydney Boy.
I really have had such a wonderful time in the past 6 months with my Sydney Boy, and probably done more too in that time compared to the rest of my life. I'm so excited to see where our lives end up if this is what it's like in the first 6 months. I know that, like all relationships, we'll need to work at it constantly, and that if we do not keep working at it, life won't be this wonderful forever and we'll begin to take each other for granted. I know that life will change as we are together longer, and as our relationship progresses to the next stages of our lives.
My Sydney Boy has something planned for next weekend. I'm not quite sure where we're going or what we're doing, but he's always surprising me and I love it.
God damn you're beautiful
September has proven to be just as exciting with my Sydney Boy as it always is. Perhaps the sweetest thing my Sydney Boy has done this month is call and dedicate another song to me on the radio.
He came home from work one night and raced to put the radio on which I thought was a little odd for him as he usually turns the Tv on instead. I had an assignment due so I was sitting on the couch madly writing it while dinner was cooking on the stove. He finished dinner off and served it while I was working on my assignment, and then he put the radio on his phone and went into the bathroom and began to run the bathwater for our nightly bath together. By this time I was sitting at the table eating dinner, but he must have been worried I'd miss it at one point because he went into the bathroom and brought his phone to the table. I was a little suspicious, but still wasn't entirely sure what he was up to.
And then I heard it, he was on the radio. He said that I mean the world to him, that he was so happy to be with me. I wish I could remember the rest of what he'd said. I wish I'd recorded all of this earlier. And he had dedicated the most beautiful song I have ever heard, just for me, and I fell so much more for him than I had before.
He came home from work one night and raced to put the radio on which I thought was a little odd for him as he usually turns the Tv on instead. I had an assignment due so I was sitting on the couch madly writing it while dinner was cooking on the stove. He finished dinner off and served it while I was working on my assignment, and then he put the radio on his phone and went into the bathroom and began to run the bathwater for our nightly bath together. By this time I was sitting at the table eating dinner, but he must have been worried I'd miss it at one point because he went into the bathroom and brought his phone to the table. I was a little suspicious, but still wasn't entirely sure what he was up to.
And then I heard it, he was on the radio. He said that I mean the world to him, that he was so happy to be with me. I wish I could remember the rest of what he'd said. I wish I'd recorded all of this earlier. And he had dedicated the most beautiful song I have ever heard, just for me, and I fell so much more for him than I had before.
An update in pictures - August
The week after the Bay Run, we did the 14km City to Surf. I was so proud of my Sydney Boy who did the run/walk in 2 hours 15 minutes, 20 minutes faster than me. I got through what is known as Heartbreak Hill OK. In fact, it was only the last 3km that were hell for me. My right hand started to swell and I was worried about what this might mean. I was tempted to stop and ask the St John people, but I was worried that they might not let me finish the race so I pressed on. The last 2km were agony as my feet felt like they were walking on kni\/es. I pushed through the pain, determined to finish, determined to make my Sydney Boy proud of me for finishing, and damn it, I finished. Here are some pics from the day:
Waiting to get started...
This was taken after we got home. My Sydney Boy and I both passed out on the bed when we got home. We were so exhausted. This is what I woke up to. I could help but take a photo. The sight did (and still does) melt my heart:
Waiting to get started...
This was taken after we got home. My Sydney Boy and I both passed out on the bed when we got home. We were so exhausted. This is what I woke up to. I could help but take a photo. The sight did (and still does) melt my heart:
August was a pretty quiet month, mainly because my Sydney Boy had been working lots of night shifts at work so our time together on the weekends were really limited unfortunately :(
Of course the advantage to this is that it makes us realise how important and valuable our time together really is, and that is sooo damn important.
An update in pictures - July
Wow, I cannot believe how much time has passed since I last blogged. There has just been so much happening in my life that I can't even begin to think where to start. Life in Sydney with my Sydney Boy still feels like a fairy tale. Every day I wake up feeling so lucky to have met him and I am sure that I have turned into one of those people I used to hate so badly: the happy in love, the lucky, the one I never thought I would be. Perhaps hate is the wrong word. Envy is probably more accurate. I wish I knew how I scored such a wonderful prize so I could share the 'trick' with some of my dearest friends. It seems to be no more than luck and timing.
We have been very busy since I last wrote. I surprised my Sydney Boy with tickets to the football to see his favourite team play back in the middle of July. It was going to take a bit of planning to make it a surprise and still make sure he could get the night off work so I conspired with my friend Karen. I first of all had to get her football expertise on where to find all the information about who plays who, where they play etc, and then the best game to go to with Sydney Boy's favourite team. Once I'd worked out which game I wanted to take him to, I got her to put a comment on my Facebook wall saying she was coming to Sydney and that she wanted to meet up with my Sydney Boy and I for dinner when she was here. I then asked Sydney Boy to get the night off work which he did and then I booked the tickets (with a little help from a work colleague about which seats were better). I only told him three days before the game. It was incredibly exciting being my first ever football match and I was glad that I'd pulled off the surprise (and that I actually didn't mind going - it was actually kind of fun!). The look on his face when he realised we were going was priceless. As it turns out, my friend's suggestion about the game to go to was spot on.
We then flew to Mackay a weekend later on 24 July to see my old school friend Tammy get married. That was fun although I was a little disappointed we couldn't (well I couldn't) afford to stay longer to go see the Whitsundays seems we were so close. I guess that's another trip for another time ;)
The following weekend, we did the 7km Bay Run at Iron Cove on 31 July... Here's a pic taken before we started
That one was pretty easy really, I was quite surprised at how easy it felt. I was expecting much worse. I felt pretty proud of myself for what I had achieved, although incredibly nervous about what was to come the following weekend...
See my next entry for more info...
We have been very busy since I last wrote. I surprised my Sydney Boy with tickets to the football to see his favourite team play back in the middle of July. It was going to take a bit of planning to make it a surprise and still make sure he could get the night off work so I conspired with my friend Karen. I first of all had to get her football expertise on where to find all the information about who plays who, where they play etc, and then the best game to go to with Sydney Boy's favourite team. Once I'd worked out which game I wanted to take him to, I got her to put a comment on my Facebook wall saying she was coming to Sydney and that she wanted to meet up with my Sydney Boy and I for dinner when she was here. I then asked Sydney Boy to get the night off work which he did and then I booked the tickets (with a little help from a work colleague about which seats were better). I only told him three days before the game. It was incredibly exciting being my first ever football match and I was glad that I'd pulled off the surprise (and that I actually didn't mind going - it was actually kind of fun!). The look on his face when he realised we were going was priceless. As it turns out, my friend's suggestion about the game to go to was spot on.
We then flew to Mackay a weekend later on 24 July to see my old school friend Tammy get married. That was fun although I was a little disappointed we couldn't (well I couldn't) afford to stay longer to go see the Whitsundays seems we were so close. I guess that's another trip for another time ;)
The following weekend, we did the 7km Bay Run at Iron Cove on 31 July... Here's a pic taken before we started
That one was pretty easy really, I was quite surprised at how easy it felt. I was expecting much worse. I felt pretty proud of myself for what I had achieved, although incredibly nervous about what was to come the following weekend...
See my next entry for more info...
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