Once Again, the Best Boyfriend Ever
I just came home all tired and sweaty from ballet.
He CLEANED MY ROOM.
Put books on shelves, organized the piles and piles of paper scattered about, made the bed, lined up all my tea, and made it look generally like a place one might want to inhabit rather than a space in which things happen and there is no time to deal with the resulting mess.
I'm so...kerflumxed. I have no idea what I can do to adequately thank him for this.
And also grateful, and also in love. I remind myself it doesn't have to be a contest, I don't have to "outdo" these small but priceless gifts. I just want to find a way to show him how much of a difference he makes in my life--not because he cleans my room, but because of who he is.
He CLEANED MY ROOM.
Put books on shelves, organized the piles and piles of paper scattered about, made the bed, lined up all my tea, and made it look generally like a place one might want to inhabit rather than a space in which things happen and there is no time to deal with the resulting mess.
I'm so...kerflumxed. I have no idea what I can do to adequately thank him for this.
And also grateful, and also in love. I remind myself it doesn't have to be a contest, I don't have to "outdo" these small but priceless gifts. I just want to find a way to show him how much of a difference he makes in my life--not because he cleans my room, but because of who he is.