Yesterday I was feeling really awful and laying in bed between doses of pain pills, making them stretch as long as possible because I’m getting to the end of my monthly supply and my boyfriend called, and I was in so much pain that I did something I very, very rarely do when he calls — I hit ignore.
And then, because he does not give up on me that easy, he called again 30 minutes later. And because I love him, I answered.
He was all, “How are you feeling?” And I was all, “Horrible.” And he asked, “How horrible?” And I said, “Well, pretty bad.” And then he asked, “Hmm, well so bad that you wouldn’t want me to come out for a visit?”
I perked up immediately because LOVE.
Within 90 minutes he was walking through the door. And he and I and my mom and my sister and my brother and I went out for pizza at basically the only pizza place in Byron. As is tradition, my family members brought our own topping and ordered tuna pizza, and although my boyfriend is a pretty good sport, he couldn’t quite bring himself to only eat tuna pizza for dinner, so he got a medium sausage pizza for himself.
Then, after dinner, he and I sat out on the back porch and he smoked a high-end cigar and I ate a Hostess cupcake and for a few minutes we got to pretend that we didn’t live two hours apart.
It was pretty wonderful.
A lot of people ask me what the future holds for my relationship with him now that the two of us live so far from each other. And, yes, it has been an adjustment to go from seeing each other every single day to seeing each other once a week, or once every other week.
For now, we are just taking it one day at a time.
We are blessed by the fact that we have always had an extremely strong phone connection, and so we’re able to chat on the phone 15 times a day without thinking about it, because we used to do that even when we lived 12 minutes apart.
I think, we are both sort of hoping that I have moved to my mom’s house to get better and that three months from now, I’ll magically be healed and then we can figure out what the future holds for us.
But I also think, in the back of our heads, we both know that might not happen. We both know I might never get better, and in fact I might just keep getting worse.
For now, the best we can do is take it one day at a time.
Because even though I don’t know what the future holds, I do know that I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love him. I do know that I’ve never been in a relationship as amazing as the relationship I’m in now. And, I do know that I’ve never felt a connection to another human being like the connection I feel to him.
I love him more than I can explain. And his unexpected visit yesterday was just what I needed.
So here’s to 15 phone calls a day, surprise visits and LOVE.
I suppose I should I just know by know that a 22-year-old boy is not going to be good at making and then keeping plans.
This is my fault.
I’ve dated craptons of stupid 22-year-old boys and none of them ever has ever once ever been good at keeping plans.
So I should know better.
But this boy is driving me insane!
With his, “hit me up, I’ll be around”s and his “I’ll be home, so just give me a call”s.
I hate it.
I want definite plans. I want to know exactly what time I should be at your house. And what I should bring. And what kind of shoes I should wear. And what we’re going to eat so that I can make sure to eat something different for lunch. And who’s going to be there. And if I need a jacket or not. And how much money I should bring. And what purse I should bring.
I WANT TO KNOW THOSE THINGS.
But he’s not like that.
He’s carefree, and go with the flow and “whatever man”
Which I like.
I do. I like it.
I like it because I find myself watching “Four Christmases” on his couch while he jumps next to me and then grabs my hand and a suddenly a crappy movie is the best movie I’ve ever seen.
And I find myself wearing his favorite Cubs sweatshirt and having Saturday afternoon lunch together at a very dim and very intimate TGI Friday’s while the rest of the world is running errands and then walking through Best Buy hand-in-hand on a whim and thinking about how much I love spending time with him.
And I find myself smiling all the time.
Those are the kinds of things you can’t plan.
I know that.
But this weekend, I wish, just maybe, we could set a time for dinner.
My friend Diana is the kind of gal who loves steak, arranges her schedule on Ash Wednesday so she can go to noon Mass, and who follows the news so closely that when I get a breaking CNN text alert, she already heard about whatever happened 10 minutes ago.
And she’s become one of my closest friends since I met her about a year and a half ago.
Which is why I couldn’t possibly be more happy that yesterday she got married to the love of her life – Chuck.
I have never in my life seen a bride so genuinely happy.
And her now-husband was beaming so much that I thought sunshine might start coming out of his teeth.
The setting was intimate, the vows were genuine and polka dancing was fun to watch. And I learned a valuable lesson about the expiration date of the electric slide.
I don’t even mind that multiple members of the Mariachi band asked to take cell phone pictures with me. My Spanish is rusty, but I can only assume they either thought I was pretty or that I had toilet paper sticking out of my nylons and nobody wanted to tell me.
I wish both Diana and Chuck a home that’s dripping with blessings, a life filled with more happy times than bad and a love that really does make the two of you become one.
– I know it’s grainy, but I was in the back because I got there a tad late (Sorry Diana). I LOVE how Chuck is smiling here though. He looked like that pretty much the whole day. True story.
– Diana and I. And yes, that smile was on her face right down the end when the banquet hall staff were starting to clean up.