Blake and I have joking fights a lot and real ones slightly less often, and sometimes it easy to get sucked into seeing the negative. I've been trying to do less of that lately. On that note, Blake doesn't read my blog so I can share a sappy story.
My friends Jamie and Danny got married just a couple months after Blake and I got together. Jamie was nice enough to let me bring Blake even though it was late notice.
During the reception Blake and I both were drinking. If you know Blake, you know that his level of nice and chatty is directly (and positively) related to how much he's had to drink. We were having a great time, but at least once he left the reception to make a phone call. Because I can assume the worst, I was pretty sure he was going outside to call another girl. Before you go thinking I was being paranoid, you need to hear who he said he called and why. When I asked, he told me that he had called his mom to check on his dog. Try to tell me that doesn't sound like a lie.
So, I still had a good time but in the back of my mind, I was sure he was up to no good. Fast forward to about nine months later. He proposed.
I didn't really know what to say. That was less than three months after we met. I don't think his parents even knew he was dating anyone, so I'm sure that phone call was quite the surprise to Arloeen.
My husband may not always be the touchy feely type, but he's deeper than I give him credit for a lot of the time. I came to bed last night and a new purse was on my pillow. He always gives me a hard time about purses, along the lines of having too many of them. When I asked why he gave me that he told me that the third anniversary is leather. What a guy.