I'm tired as fuck, I got 2 hours of sleep Monday night and less than 7 last night, but I couldn't be happier. Hell, I'd still be happy and functional (I think I'd be functional at least...) if I had only gotten 2 hours of sleep again last night.
Why?
because of Love.
I was going to have a party last night after my Radiology Final (by the way, I got 100% or better on 4 of the tests I took that week) to celebrate the end, but everyone was too tired, either from studying, being up since 7, or writing their nutrition papers until all hours of the night (I was up til 5, up at 7). So we postponed that and I went to Ryan's instead to celebrate.
Played games on the x-box until he got home from seeing a movie with his friend, Spring. He came in wearing his motorcycle gear and a huge smile. Told me to get geared up and we were off for a ride. Only around town, but it was still joyous. Went 102 at one point just to feel that sweet smooth acceleration that only a motorcycle can give you, in such a short amount of time.
Got home and just cuddled for over an hour in the buff, because we still have a week to go. Almost convinced him that last night would have been better... but probably good we didn't, more (will) power to us.
I DID learn a possible origin of the words: "Dripping with anticipation" Lol. =)
At one point, he got oh so quiet and said, "Love?" like he wanted to say something important. All quiet and serious. then a pregnant pause. A SERIOUSLY pregnant pause. I was getting nervous by how long it was. Almost all thoughts about what he could say went through my head: "Will you marry me?" "I cheated on you." "I need a break." etc.
Then he randomly asked me how long I still have in school, and we discussed that as well as what I'm going to do when I graduate, be it May or December '09.
Then he grew quiet again, so I asked him what was on his mind.
"I was just thinking about the possibility of living together when I move out."
RELIEF! :D
We talked about it, about the pros of it all, but it was like he was worried I wouldn't want to... granted I DID say something about a month or two ago about how good it is to have 2 places, or something like that...
SO happy. I was afraid he'd never want me to move in! :) He just says I have to keep the room and bathroom clean (I tend to be a bit of a slob in those areas...) I told him I'll try my best, but I will at least keep up with the dishes if he has to put my things in place. Lol.
He said that he was opening up more to me, and the possibilities. That we were so very close and getting closer. I couldn't have been happier. I nearly cried BEFORE he asked me to move in with him, I leaked a few tears after.
And while he was getting ready for bed and I was passing out the first time, he was talking about something, then randomly started asking if I thought Bengaa and Mama would tear up the neighborhood together. And that we'd have 4 cats. I thought I'd fallen asleep between topics, but apparently I hadn't; I recited the whole thing. Lol.
Then he crawled into bed, and woke me back up with his loving embrace and kisses. For another hour. Lol.
Sleep? Who needs that when you have Love?
I did fall asleep, in his arms, on "his" side of the bed so he could be off his left shoulder. So comfy.
He says we make a great team. We do. We are excellent partners, in nearly every respect.
I've been in such a good mood today. Hated leaving him this morning, wish he could have slept better after I left, but knowing the reasons he didn't just make me smile all the more! ;)
Not the proposal I was joking about with my aunt the other night, but close enough for now.
He says to mark yesterday on my calendar... something important about it, that we'll celebrate soon... that he'll tell me later...
I love and LOATHE it when he does this! I can hardly wait to find out what was so incredibly special. He says I already know part of it........
~Jenna