I Love Whit!

I’m frequently re-reminded of the things that I love about my sweetie. And it’s fun! To fall in love all over again!

Last night was the celebration of her dad’s birthday. So my family and her family had pizza and game night! It was really fun. We laughed and carried on and all got along really well.

But my favorite thing is to see how excited Whitney got about the game. She was playing for every team because she just loved playing!

I hope that’s something that she never loses – the love of play. It’s so simple and basic, but most of us lose it. We have the love of relaxing or some kind of personal treat. But how many of us just…play? I think we should! And I hope Whit never ceases reminding me to keep all the joy of childhood!

Context:

Science show on TV discussing the possibility of water-ice on the Moon and how we might be able to take advantage of it.

Whit: I’m sure Moon water tastes all cheesy!

My sweetie, Whit ;), has an amazingly child-like side. I don’t mean – and therefore didn’t write – childish. I meant child-like. It seems that she’s never lost that love for life and fun that kids have. Even when she’s had a rough day or week…even when she’s stressed out or has a lot on her plate… she’s never so out of touch with her inner kid that she doesn’t find time to wrestle with my dogs. Or laugh at the sublimely hilarious. Or get excited about Wins-the-race. She loves the simple things that most ‘adults’ miss out on. You should’ve seen her eyes light up when we watched the fireworks on the 4th. It just…I dunno…tickled me!

It’s just one of the ways that I wish I was more like Whit.

Context:

Whitney: What’s that type of dwarf that’s like a regular person, only smaller?

Cameron: A primordial dwarf?

Whitney: Yeah! Anyhow. They’re dwarves that —

Billy: You mean. A midget?

Cameron: No no no. Well. Kinda. But ‘midgets’ are typically misproportioned compared to non-dwarves. Primordial dwarves have the proportions of non-dwarves. Like a minituare big person.

Whit: Yeah. It’s like the Cadillac of dwarves.

🙂

It’s so hard to think about how my life will be in fifty more years. But I’m faced with that prediction as a result of my grand-folks’ 50th anniversary last night. It was super nice. Reminds me of how wonderful my family is. Sincerely. And how truly happy I am to see Whit as a part of it. She’ll have to get used to everybody (seriously – everybody) mispronouncing her name. It’s the burden of an Aanestad (or Ånestad). Sweet name. Awesome family. Have to spell it when somebody asks you. Especially now since we’ll be pronouncing it correctly 😉

Anyhow. 

What will fifty more years bring to me ‘n’ Whit? How will we change? I’m only 24. I can’t imagine myself at 75+ and Whit at 70+. I’m sure I’ll still think I’m funny and she’ll be unleashing her pester balls upon the living world. But I hope we’re as sweet as my grand-folks. They love each other more than they did on their wedding day a half-century ago. And that’s what I hope for Whit and me. Wow. That gave me goosebumps.

So. Even though grandpa accidentally called her ‘prospect.’ And my family full of relentless teasers followed suit. She wants to stick around. Can’t blame her, really. We are awesome 😉 HAHAHAH!

Nevertheless. I love that Whitney essSpinelli! Can’t wait to make her an Aanestad for good. Pray for her – she’ll be stuck with me! 

I sure hope not. But you try explaining the swirly face…

Can you just feel the love?!

Context:

Pop – Let’s all play a game. We’ll each name a food that begins with the next letter of the alphabet. I’l start. Apple.

…Banana…
…Coconut…
…Doughnut…
…Eggs…
…French Fries…
…etc…
…Sausage…
…Tomatoes…

…Stumped by ‘U’ …

Pop – I know. Unicorn.

Whit – You can’t eat a unicorn! They’re endangered!

Whit knows what’s up 🙂

HAHAHAHA!!!!!!

She cracks me up in the BEST way!