I had a lot of fun with you last night on our mini-date, eating Chick-Fil-A and watching the tournament games and subsequently The Fighter. My favorite part was when you were breaking down what Florida did incorrectly to lose to Butler. 1.) Because you were right and 2.) because it’s always cute to see you get all bent out of shape about a sporting event.
Speaking of the tournament, your tweet on Thursday when I went to play basketball with the boys was a classic, “Husband went to play basketball while I’m staying home to watch it on TV. I’m not really sure what happened but I think I’ve been Jimmered.” You have definitely been Jimmered.
Oh and thanks for understanding when I told you late last night that I have two fantasy baseball drafts tonight. You were borderline asleep so I may or may not have used that to my advantage but I appreciate you understanding anyway.
This week has been full of so many different things: conversations about our future occupational endeavors, dreaming about being in Augusta now instead of two weeks from now, girls night, boys night, softball practice, dog-sitting, and book-buying are but a snapshot of what we’ve been doing and working on the last seven days.
I love every second of it with you too. Surely I’ve said it before (and will undoubtedly utter it many times over in the next 60 years) but I could not have picked anyone better than you for me. Thank you for looking at my sin and darkness and choosing to continue teaching me and helping me and most of all, loving me.