The Woodlands Biotch

i have the world’s greatest boyfriend. “no, i do.” you might protest. but i challenge you. i insist, as a matter of fact. this is the kind of thing he does for me, without even thinking about it, without even telling me he’s done so:

i came home from work tonight to find my trash had been emptied, my laptop optimized, de-bugged, de-pop-upped and updated, and this note on the calendar: “see 9/4/08.” and when i flipped the calendar to 9/4/08, what did i see? well, i won’t reveal exactly, because it’s my own little bit of wonderfulness, but i will say this: only he would leave the notation that he did, and only for me. and that is the most wonderful feeling in the world, to know that i am a part of this wonderful relationship wherein wonderful, wonderment abounds. seriously.

and it’s not like he does this stuff because he’s in the doghouse or something, mind you. he does it just because he wants to. no nagging. no making-up-for-lacking. just because. like when he hops out of the car to wipe bird crap off of the hood for me. or gets up and showers to go get donuts for me. or brings me starbucks to work. or tells me i’m beautiful. or endures watching episodes of sex and the city. or drops in and arranges bouquets of lilies for me to come home to. or.. or…

wow.