Hey.
Whit.
I’m takin’ you out tonight!
Here’s what you need to know:
1) I’m NOT telling you what we’re doing…tee hee…
2) BUT! We’ve never done this before….mwa-hahahahah!
3) I’ll pick you up at 6:45
4) Be primped but please dress comfortably and casually ( pigtails ALwAYS welcome 🙂 )
5) Feel free to eat dinner before-hand
6) Um. If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know
7) I LOVE YOU!!!!!
So. Whit has something special planned for today. I have no idea what it is but here’s what I know so far:
1) It’s in San Diego
2) I need to dress casually
3) I need to wear shoes – but bring flip-flops
4) I need to meet Whit at her house at 9:30
That’s all I got. Welp. Gotta go get in the shower!
WOOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!!!
Whit’s got 2 final exams left! After that – she’s home for the summer!
I
CAN’T
WAIT!!!!!
WOOHOOOOO!!!!!!
I’ve realized something that grants me more security than I can really describe. That is that I love Whit without needing a reason to. In a couple’s early relationship, it goes something like: Wow. I love (so and so) because he/she is [insert laundry list]. And while this is a beautiful and wonderful thing, there’s a sense of togetherness that can only come with: Wow.I love (so and so) because…I do.
Don’t get me wrong. I can rattle off dozens of ‘why-i-love-whit’ reasons without a thought. They’re all still there and that list continues to grow. But nothing is as important or profound as ‘Because I do.’
See. Getting to the ‘Because I do’ place means that we’re a team. That we’re together no matter what. That I’m committed to her and us more than I am smitten by her (admittedly fantastic) qualities. I have the reasons. No doubt. But I don’t need them anymore. I’ve decided to be with and love this woman, better or worse, Because I Do.
Thing Numba 1!
Whit’s almost done with school. A week of finals is all that’s left! I know I mentioned this before, but I’m no less excited about it! She’ll be capping off another stellar semester at Cal Poly Pomona. Her adviser tried – at exhausting length – to convince her to go to medical school. Whit could absolutely do it. I have no doubt that she could go to med school, kick its butt, and become a great doctor. She’s not going to, though. At least not as far as I know. I’m excited about the notion of the two of us getting settled down and having a family. I mean. Really excited! But if she got the bug and decided to be a doctor, she’d make a great one.
Thing Numba 2!
She’s sick. Some kind of stomach thing. And it makes me a ssasssaaaaaad panda. But she’s a trooper and was nearly cured by a slice of pizza! Being an I-talian, I guess that makes sense. . .
Whit comes home today! AND! She’s about done with school. Next week is finals week – then she’s home for the Summer. Well. Kind of. She’ll be working – but at least she’ll be much closer!
WOO HOO!
Whit has a lot on her plate today. It’s her long day – that is – she’s at school for about 12 hours. And until 2:30, she has tests. So I’ll be saying prayers. She’s a stud so she’ll destroy those tests. But they’re stressful nevertheless and some supernatural calm would be helpful I’m sure!
Kick their butts, Whit!
Well. Let’s start, then, at the start!
1) What? This is my website devoted to my Sweetie, Whit!
2) Why? Because. That’s why! But seriously – she has been so sweet in keeping a real-life scrapbook of our collective life together. See, Whit has a penchant for the romantic. She is so good at the overt, outward, ‘you’re so special’ kinds of gestures — and I’m not. In fact, It turns out that I’m so dense that my ultimate collapse is prevented only by neutron degeneracy pressure in my core. Oh yeah. I’m a geek too. So here’s the thing. Since Whit and I spend most of our time sixty miles apart, this can be a way for me to convey at least some of the sweetnesses that are always racing around my heart. When I think “how can I make her life better?” – I’m struck with the realization that I can remind her just how much she means to me. How much I love her and how special she is to my life. Because all the feelings are there, but the expression is lacking.
Think of it like a sixty-mile hug…
