I wandered helplessly around TJMaxx, bored out of my mind. Nearly in tears (okay, that's my dramatic side bleeding through!). I had looked at every piece of mismatched furniture, every tea pot and ugly blouse the store contained. Twice.
Why had I asked Strom to drop me off at this God-forsaken store. (Just so you know, I'm an enormous TJ fan... we just haven't been on good terms since they stopped carrying things I actually like!). Further yet, why had I bothered to drive down into "town" with him while he had to square away a few odds and ends at school when I could be lazy-ing it up at home, Sunday style?
I stared nearly angrily at a hideous white purse and decided I had waited long enough for him to finish at school and come pick me up. I was just going to walk until my feet found him. He knew I was growing impatient, and I could picture him frantically typing away in the computer lab. Perhaps he was picturing my frown that was in fact, most certainly there. It was all quite comical, really. And 100% the way we roll!
I nearly laughed as I saw his car come into view, his crooked license plate indicating it was in fact his black sedan. I smiled and tried to hide it. I climbed into the car and tried my hardest to sound chipper and happy, disguising my recent frustration and impatience. What I didn't realize is that he wasn't done at school yet. I not-so-inwardly groaned as we headed back over for another half hour of work.
I watched him as I pretended to play around on my iPhone. He was in fact frantically trying to finish his assignment and get the heck out of there before grouchy-Regan came out. He would look over at me and smile that smile that says, "I love you! You know that, right? I'm trying! Be strong!" I inwardly laughed and my annoyance melted. Yeah, I knew he loved me. I was being a brat. I opened Facebook on my phone for the tenth time and waited patiently this time.
Hand-in-hand, we left the building. Assignment completed and printed (we really need to buy a printer so this stops happening!). We pulled into Starbucks. Placed our order. Brought our coffees (okay, mine was a latte!) outside and sat in the spring breeze. He smiled. I smiled. He gets me. No matter how bratty I can behave, the man gets me and loves the sass out of me!
Fast forward an hour or so to the scene in the kitchen. The room smelled of sauteed onions and peppers as I put dinner together. Dave Barnes was crooning some old school tunes on the iHome that reminded us of our dating days. We sang along (me more dramatically so of course!) and every ounce of my formerly bad day melted away. A silly upbeat song of his came on, and at the right moment, spoon-turned-microphone in hand, turned around and sang it to him. Danced around the kitchen like dork and watched him smile and laugh away. I grabbed his hand and we danced like fools. Literally. Like fools. Like girls at a Justin Bieber concert. (I'm not kidding!!) The things he does for me!
The song came to an end but the laughs kept coming. I came in for a hug, feeling as if I couldn't love him any bit more than I did right then. He gets me. No matter how dorky I can act, the man gets me and loves the nerd out of me.
No photos today - I was busy living the moment! But here's an entirely cheesy video of the silly upbeat song! Enjoy the visual of two nerds dancing around a kitchen! :)
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