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...
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Elastic Bands
One of my favourite comedies of all time is Becker. Everytime I watch it, it just cracks me up. I haven't written in a while because of so much going on in my life. Lately, I've been reminded of this episode (which is probably the best of all the series':
In this episode, Becker explains about 'payback' where something good happens, then something bad happens in return. In particular, at 8:49 in the first video, he says "Imagine a big rubber band... with every so called lucky thing, the rubber band gets stretched a little bit more." and he goes on to list off all the good things that had happened to him that day and as he lists them off, the imaginary rubber band gets stretched more and more "and then thwack". The whole episode is about this theory of his. I included the second video if you are interested and haven't seen Becker yet. Seriously the best comedy ever.
Anyway, for ages now, all these wonderful things have been happening to me and I've been so incredibly lucky. Met the love of my life. Moved to Sydney. Got a job straight away. Moved in with the love of my life. Love of my life keeps getting better and better. Life just gets better and better. I've been waiting for the "thwack" and, by and large it hit me hard when it eventually snapped.
My grandfather, the one who helped raise me from when I was 4 months old, was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of liver, kidney and lung cancer and was told he had about 3 months to live. I very promptly booked a flight back to Queensland to see him a couple of weeks after the news, and only a few weeks following that, he passed away. Two Fridays ago. He was a good man who I had and still have a lot of respect for, and I'll write about him in my next blog.
Following the loss of my twins a couple of years ago, I did some reading about the stages of Grief. Basically, according to psychologists, there are five (or sometimes up to 7, depending on which model you're following) stages of grief a person will go through, not necessarily in any particular order. I think that having this knowledge has helped me in dealing with my grief. I've switched between the denial phase (this isn't really happening, he was alive last time I saw him, he's not really dead), and the anger phase (this isn't fair, why *my* pop?, he's not mean to die yet, there are so many things I want him to be here to see, I'm angry at a god I'm not even sure I believe in). Before he passed away, I went through the bargaining phase (I know he's going to die, but please can he just wait until I've finished my degree, gotten married and had kids of my own?). In being able to pinpoint what I'm feeling and know that it is normal, this has certainly helped me to be strong for my mum and my grandmother.
My Sydney Boy has been fabulous as well at supporting me. He came with me to the funeral and although he had to come home the night after the funeral while I stayed on for another day to see friends, I got home to fresh flowers to cheer me up. I could not ask for a better man to support me.
Yes, that "thwack" was a mighty thwack and I still have a big bruise from where it hit. But I'll hang in here knowing that I'll reach the "acceptance" phase eventually.
In this episode, Becker explains about 'payback' where something good happens, then something bad happens in return. In particular, at 8:49 in the first video, he says "Imagine a big rubber band... with every so called lucky thing, the rubber band gets stretched a little bit more." and he goes on to list off all the good things that had happened to him that day and as he lists them off, the imaginary rubber band gets stretched more and more "and then thwack". The whole episode is about this theory of his. I included the second video if you are interested and haven't seen Becker yet. Seriously the best comedy ever.
Anyway, for ages now, all these wonderful things have been happening to me and I've been so incredibly lucky. Met the love of my life. Moved to Sydney. Got a job straight away. Moved in with the love of my life. Love of my life keeps getting better and better. Life just gets better and better. I've been waiting for the "thwack" and, by and large it hit me hard when it eventually snapped.
My grandfather, the one who helped raise me from when I was 4 months old, was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of liver, kidney and lung cancer and was told he had about 3 months to live. I very promptly booked a flight back to Queensland to see him a couple of weeks after the news, and only a few weeks following that, he passed away. Two Fridays ago. He was a good man who I had and still have a lot of respect for, and I'll write about him in my next blog.
Following the loss of my twins a couple of years ago, I did some reading about the stages of Grief. Basically, according to psychologists, there are five (or sometimes up to 7, depending on which model you're following) stages of grief a person will go through, not necessarily in any particular order. I think that having this knowledge has helped me in dealing with my grief. I've switched between the denial phase (this isn't really happening, he was alive last time I saw him, he's not really dead), and the anger phase (this isn't fair, why *my* pop?, he's not mean to die yet, there are so many things I want him to be here to see, I'm angry at a god I'm not even sure I believe in). Before he passed away, I went through the bargaining phase (I know he's going to die, but please can he just wait until I've finished my degree, gotten married and had kids of my own?). In being able to pinpoint what I'm feeling and know that it is normal, this has certainly helped me to be strong for my mum and my grandmother.
My Sydney Boy has been fabulous as well at supporting me. He came with me to the funeral and although he had to come home the night after the funeral while I stayed on for another day to see friends, I got home to fresh flowers to cheer me up. I could not ask for a better man to support me.
Yes, that "thwack" was a mighty thwack and I still have a big bruise from where it hit. But I'll hang in here knowing that I'll reach the "acceptance" phase eventually.
Monday, July 12, 2010
The Eastern Coastal Walk
The weekend before last, we caught the ferry to the city and then went to the famous Bondi Beach. The plan was to walk from Bondi Beach to Bronte, but when we got to Bronte, the views were just too spectacular, and there was still plenty of day left, so we continued to walk until we got to Coogee just on sunset where we had dinner at the Five O's (http://fiveoscoogee.com.au/v1/) which has amazingly great meals for a really cheap price, and you can sit outside on the balcony and see beach...!
I thought I'd share some pics:
Although there were lots of stairs to climb, the view was just amazing and was definitely worth it, all 6km of it! On the walk, we passed the Waverley Cemetary which you can see in one of the pics above. I was certainly taken by it - I just love the idea of having the graves overlooking the ocean as it really seems very symbolic doesn't it? Since we got back, I've found out that this is a really old cemetary, with the first internment taking place as far back as 1877 and even has a few famous people buried here: Henry Lawson, John Sands, William Dymock to name a few. I really hope that at some point in the future no one digs up these graves to make way for apartments on what is sure to be million dollar views.
I thought I'd share some pics:
Although there were lots of stairs to climb, the view was just amazing and was definitely worth it, all 6km of it! On the walk, we passed the Waverley Cemetary which you can see in one of the pics above. I was certainly taken by it - I just love the idea of having the graves overlooking the ocean as it really seems very symbolic doesn't it? Since we got back, I've found out that this is a really old cemetary, with the first internment taking place as far back as 1877 and even has a few famous people buried here: Henry Lawson, John Sands, William Dymock to name a few. I really hope that at some point in the future no one digs up these graves to make way for apartments on what is sure to be million dollar views.
Anyway, if you're ever in Sydney (or live here), and haven't done the walk, it really is a must do! Here's a link with info: http://www.waverley.nsw.gov.au/things_to_do/beaches_and_the_coast/bondi_to_bronte_coastwalk
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I am the luckiest
If you had told me 6 months ago that I would be where I am today, as happy as I am today, I'd probably have laughed in your face. If you had told me 6 months ago that I would meet someone as wonderful as my Sydney Boy who would keep me more than satisfied and completely happy after 3 months with not one complaint, I'd have told you that you were dreaming. And yet here I am, living with the man of my dreams, who has exceeded all of my expectations, who makes me happier than I could have dreamed of, who I do not have a single real complaint about. Maybe it is me who is dreaming.
I really do feel as though I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'm sure that most girls feel that way about their partners and really, thats the way it should be right?
Last week, my Sydney Boy gave me the most gorgeous necklace. Its a heart with a photo of us embossed on one side, and "Friends 4 Life" engraved on the other. Its perhaps the most thoughtful gift I've ever been given. I absolutely LOVE it. When I wear it, I feel like I'm closer to him when we're apart. I don't want to take it off.
We had so much fun on the weekend - his mate came over for dinner on Saturday night and I cooked chicken nachos and a Chocolate and Caramel Self Saucing Pudding for dessert. It was a good night - I'm glad that his mate and I get along so well.
I can hardly believe how domesticated I've become. For a girl who would quite often have 2 min noodles for dinner, if I even ate at all, I'm now making all sorts of dishes and funnily enough I actually enjoy cooking for my Sydney Boy. He's a bit on the fussy side when it comes to eating preferences, but what I like is that he'll give the dish a try. I love that he trusts me enough to at least try it. That's important.
On Sunday, we went to Bicentennial Park with the same mate from the night before where we tried to fly a kite (which sadly, failed... we'll definitely have to go again with another kite until we can fly the damn thing!!!). It was a fun morning/arvo which was topped off by having some lunch before going to see the netball semifinals at the Acer Arena. My Sydney Boy surprised me with the tickets on Friday night. The only possible way the weekend could get any better happened when my Sydney Boy cooked a roast dinner on Sunday night for me.
I miss my Sydney Boy already this week. He's on night shift so I really only get to snuggle with him when he gets home from work at 5.30am but I have to get up an hour later. Talking on the phone while he's working just isn't the same and it makes me feel so frustrated - it makes me miss him so much more. I can't wait until Friday - he has a whole 6 days off so I'll have him for the entire weekend, AND half of the week next week I'll get to come home to him. He tells me he's been looking up things he can cook for me - I love that he wants to do that for me - just one more reason why I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
The last two years have been tough, certainly the toughest of my short life so far. I'm so glad that I had the determination to power on, and not let it all get me down, to learn what I could from it, and, most importantly, believe that life would get better. Perhaps if I hadn't had that belief and determination my life would be far more gloomy today.
A friend posted this quote on her Facebook status the other day which I think sums up what I guess that I'm trying to say "
In the words of Ben Folds Five, "I am the luckiest"
I really do feel as though I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'm sure that most girls feel that way about their partners and really, thats the way it should be right?
Last week, my Sydney Boy gave me the most gorgeous necklace. Its a heart with a photo of us embossed on one side, and "Friends 4 Life" engraved on the other. Its perhaps the most thoughtful gift I've ever been given. I absolutely LOVE it. When I wear it, I feel like I'm closer to him when we're apart. I don't want to take it off.
We had so much fun on the weekend - his mate came over for dinner on Saturday night and I cooked chicken nachos and a Chocolate and Caramel Self Saucing Pudding for dessert. It was a good night - I'm glad that his mate and I get along so well.
I can hardly believe how domesticated I've become. For a girl who would quite often have 2 min noodles for dinner, if I even ate at all, I'm now making all sorts of dishes and funnily enough I actually enjoy cooking for my Sydney Boy. He's a bit on the fussy side when it comes to eating preferences, but what I like is that he'll give the dish a try. I love that he trusts me enough to at least try it. That's important.
On Sunday, we went to Bicentennial Park with the same mate from the night before where we tried to fly a kite (which sadly, failed... we'll definitely have to go again with another kite until we can fly the damn thing!!!). It was a fun morning/arvo which was topped off by having some lunch before going to see the netball semifinals at the Acer Arena. My Sydney Boy surprised me with the tickets on Friday night. The only possible way the weekend could get any better happened when my Sydney Boy cooked a roast dinner on Sunday night for me.
I miss my Sydney Boy already this week. He's on night shift so I really only get to snuggle with him when he gets home from work at 5.30am but I have to get up an hour later. Talking on the phone while he's working just isn't the same and it makes me feel so frustrated - it makes me miss him so much more. I can't wait until Friday - he has a whole 6 days off so I'll have him for the entire weekend, AND half of the week next week I'll get to come home to him. He tells me he's been looking up things he can cook for me - I love that he wants to do that for me - just one more reason why I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
The last two years have been tough, certainly the toughest of my short life so far. I'm so glad that I had the determination to power on, and not let it all get me down, to learn what I could from it, and, most importantly, believe that life would get better. Perhaps if I hadn't had that belief and determination my life would be far more gloomy today.
A friend posted this quote on her Facebook status the other day which I think sums up what I guess that I'm trying to say "
“Love comes to those who still hope even though they've been disappointed, to those who still believe even though they've been betrayed, to those who still love even though they've been hurt before.
My Sydney Boy is my reward, and what a wonderful reward it is - and I'm lapping up every single last ounce of it.In the words of Ben Folds Five, "I am the luckiest"
Friday, June 18, 2010
A new approach
I've been doing some self reflection lately, and its been the topic of some of our nightly discussions as we learn to live with each other. What I find interesting is how differently I have approached and am approaching this relationship, to the way I have been in other relationships in the past.
My Sydney Boy and I were watching the reality TV show, "Tough Love" the other night, and it occured to me how laid back I am with him, compared to those women, and to my past self. Watching this show, I realised how much I trust him, and how secure I feel being in this relationship. I have never had to question his feelings for me (except when I'm PMS-ing, but that doesnt count lol) and I have never felt the need to 'investigate' him in the way I've seen other girls 'investigate' their boyfriends from time to time. Every day when he wakes up, I see the smile on his face when he first sees me. Every day when he or I get home from work, I see the smile on his face when he sees me. I feel it in his kisses, in his hugs, and in his 'loving'. I see it when he washes the dishes for me, or when he does things around the house. Take, for instance today, he saw that the washing basket was full, and knowing that I am going away tomorrow for the weekend, he went and washed the clothes so that I would have clean clothes to take with me. I even see it when he tries foods that I suggest or cook that he usually wouldn't eat. He may not always say it, but his actions speak very loudly about how he feels about me, and this makes me feel very secure in our relationship.
Of course, there's always that nagging doubt in the back of my head, that girl who has been hurt far too many times than she cares to remember, the one who was often told (either verbally or by action or inaction) that she wasn't good enough. She's scared that one day he will wake up and wonder what he is doing with her, or what he sees in her, or realise that the feelings he had for her are no longer there. Luckily that girl is silenced pretty easily by my more rational self and only really ever comes out in times of high stress (ie exams + little sleep + sick grandfather) and hormones - I cried reading the news yesterday for heavens sake!!!! I think most of us women have these same fears in the back of their heads, but I'd like to think that there comes a time when those fears just disappear.
The other thing I've noticed, is that I'm much more laid back when it comes to things around the house.
Example 1: The other night, my Sydney Boy made Meatloaf and steamed veges, that was waiting for me when I got home from work. I found out that my Sydney Boy didn't make it from scratch. In fact, he bought it from the butcher, so effectively, all he had to do was put it in the oven, and then put the veges in the microwave. In the past, I'd have been less than impressed. I may have considered it a little lazy. Not this time though. This time, I don't even CARE how it was cooked, whether he made it from scratch or not. It doesn't matter. What matters to me is that he cooked something, anything. What matters to me is that I didn't have to come home after working all day and deal with making dinner. What matters to me is that it wasn't fast food, or deep fried - it was healthy. What matters to me is that it was ready when I got home. What matters to me is that he was thoughtful enough to consider how I felt and try and make my life better for me. That makes me want to make life better for him. In fact, it seems that the more he does for me, the more I want to do for him, and in turn the more he wants to do for me. That is a cycle that I do not want to break, although I know its only early days and the novelty is yet to wear off.
Example 2: My Sydney Boy likes doing the washing up one way, I like doing it another. Once upon a time, I'd have nagged him to do it my way (and in turn caused ill feeling toward me, and frustration for me when he did it his own way anyway, and made me into a nagging girlfriend). Now, I don't care how he does the darn job, I'm just happy he does it at all!!!!!!!!
Of course, this is all in the context of the "Honeymoon Period" so perhaps my thoughts right now should be taken lightly until proven to be sustainable over a long period of time, however I just feel like I have so much more perspective than in other past relationships. I think this is probably a combination of learning from past mistakes (by learning to be able to better identify what is important vs what is not), and the difference in the relationship itself.
All of this said, I'm at a loss about how any other girl could possibly have let this man go. I just don't understand it. He has never given me any reason to doubt him, has always made me feel loved, desired and wanted, he tells me that I look good (and is ever so sincere when he says it), gives me lots of cuddles and kisses (without me having to ask for it!), gives me affection that isn't only aimed at getting laid, is thoughtful, cooks for me, cleans up when I'm at work and he isn't, he's funny, sincere, down to earth, is always looking for things we can do together, includes me in things that involve his mates, and gives me everything I could ever want from a man. No matter what he wears, he always looks so damn sexy and he just looks so darned cute when he sleeps - it just makes me want to kiss him over and over again every time I look at my sleeping Sydney Boy. He just melts my heart....
... And...
... he has a cute man bum [blush].
How the hell did I become so lucky?!?! And what did I ever do to deserve all of this?!
My Sydney Boy and I were watching the reality TV show, "Tough Love" the other night, and it occured to me how laid back I am with him, compared to those women, and to my past self. Watching this show, I realised how much I trust him, and how secure I feel being in this relationship. I have never had to question his feelings for me (except when I'm PMS-ing, but that doesnt count lol) and I have never felt the need to 'investigate' him in the way I've seen other girls 'investigate' their boyfriends from time to time. Every day when he wakes up, I see the smile on his face when he first sees me. Every day when he or I get home from work, I see the smile on his face when he sees me. I feel it in his kisses, in his hugs, and in his 'loving'. I see it when he washes the dishes for me, or when he does things around the house. Take, for instance today, he saw that the washing basket was full, and knowing that I am going away tomorrow for the weekend, he went and washed the clothes so that I would have clean clothes to take with me. I even see it when he tries foods that I suggest or cook that he usually wouldn't eat. He may not always say it, but his actions speak very loudly about how he feels about me, and this makes me feel very secure in our relationship.
Of course, there's always that nagging doubt in the back of my head, that girl who has been hurt far too many times than she cares to remember, the one who was often told (either verbally or by action or inaction) that she wasn't good enough. She's scared that one day he will wake up and wonder what he is doing with her, or what he sees in her, or realise that the feelings he had for her are no longer there. Luckily that girl is silenced pretty easily by my more rational self and only really ever comes out in times of high stress (ie exams + little sleep + sick grandfather) and hormones - I cried reading the news yesterday for heavens sake!!!! I think most of us women have these same fears in the back of their heads, but I'd like to think that there comes a time when those fears just disappear.
The other thing I've noticed, is that I'm much more laid back when it comes to things around the house.
Example 1: The other night, my Sydney Boy made Meatloaf and steamed veges, that was waiting for me when I got home from work. I found out that my Sydney Boy didn't make it from scratch. In fact, he bought it from the butcher, so effectively, all he had to do was put it in the oven, and then put the veges in the microwave. In the past, I'd have been less than impressed. I may have considered it a little lazy. Not this time though. This time, I don't even CARE how it was cooked, whether he made it from scratch or not. It doesn't matter. What matters to me is that he cooked something, anything. What matters to me is that I didn't have to come home after working all day and deal with making dinner. What matters to me is that it wasn't fast food, or deep fried - it was healthy. What matters to me is that it was ready when I got home. What matters to me is that he was thoughtful enough to consider how I felt and try and make my life better for me. That makes me want to make life better for him. In fact, it seems that the more he does for me, the more I want to do for him, and in turn the more he wants to do for me. That is a cycle that I do not want to break, although I know its only early days and the novelty is yet to wear off.
Example 2: My Sydney Boy likes doing the washing up one way, I like doing it another. Once upon a time, I'd have nagged him to do it my way (and in turn caused ill feeling toward me, and frustration for me when he did it his own way anyway, and made me into a nagging girlfriend). Now, I don't care how he does the darn job, I'm just happy he does it at all!!!!!!!!
Of course, this is all in the context of the "Honeymoon Period" so perhaps my thoughts right now should be taken lightly until proven to be sustainable over a long period of time, however I just feel like I have so much more perspective than in other past relationships. I think this is probably a combination of learning from past mistakes (by learning to be able to better identify what is important vs what is not), and the difference in the relationship itself.
All of this said, I'm at a loss about how any other girl could possibly have let this man go. I just don't understand it. He has never given me any reason to doubt him, has always made me feel loved, desired and wanted, he tells me that I look good (and is ever so sincere when he says it), gives me lots of cuddles and kisses (without me having to ask for it!), gives me affection that isn't only aimed at getting laid, is thoughtful, cooks for me, cleans up when I'm at work and he isn't, he's funny, sincere, down to earth, is always looking for things we can do together, includes me in things that involve his mates, and gives me everything I could ever want from a man. No matter what he wears, he always looks so damn sexy and he just looks so darned cute when he sleeps - it just makes me want to kiss him over and over again every time I look at my sleeping Sydney Boy. He just melts my heart....
... And...
... he has a cute man bum [blush].
How the hell did I become so lucky?!?! And what did I ever do to deserve all of this?!
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