1) JAY'S GAME
2) SKINNY DIP
3) CAMP
4) MILK A COW
5) CANADA'S WONDERLAND
6) PICNIC
8) THE ZOO
9) HOMEMADE BALL PIT
10) RIDE BIKES
12) DISNEY MOVIE MARATHON
13) WATERPARK
16) BLOW BUBBLES
17) MONTREAL
19) HIKE
20) BOWLING
21) FIREWORKS
22)
23) LIVE THEATRE
24) ARTS & CRAFTS
25) WATER FIGHT
26) CARNIVAL
27) BINGO
28) ZIPLINE
I apologize for all of my cheesy posts as of late and I apologize for the abundance of those to come.
my days are best spent,
with board games, slushies,
my girl and my best friend.
To the girl…
who is out of this world,
but keeps my feet on the ground.
who makes me laugh & smile,
when all I want to do is frown.
who holds my hand & hugs me tight,
keeps me warm on the coldest nights.
who tells me she loves me, everyday,
even after the biggest of big fights.
who’s there for me through good & bad,
through the thick & through the thin.
the best teammate I could ask for,
by my side for every loss and every win.
who is everything I want,
who has broken the mould,
who is everything I need,
& who I’m so proud to hold.
my best friend, my girl,
and everything in between.
my stars, my sun, my world,
the only one for me.
Thanks for an amazing nine months, beautiful.
and now… the waiting game.
listening to Pink’s greatest hits and drinking with my girl then heading to the bar with some friends. What are you guys up to this fine Tuesday evening?
2012 TO-DOS
Get a matching tattoo with my mom & grandma: My grandma has always talked about getting matching butterfly tattoos with my mom, my cousin Zoe and I, to symbolize the circle of life. A few years back, my grandma was diagnosed with colon cancer and since then, I’ve been wanting to get this done more than anything. My grandma has now been cancer-free for three years. My mom, who had cysts removed from her ovaries before I was born, wasn’t supposed to have kids because she only had one remaining ovary. The chances were slim, but she had myself and my brother. At the beginning of the summer, they came back and my mom had to have another cyst removed. She’s been in a lot of pain since then, but is since cancer-free. Life is short, and I want the two most important women in my life to always be with me.
You have to share your feelings in order to communicate. Keeping quiet is not wise.
6 months ago today, a few hours back, I was waiting for the bus after work to go to my friends’ housewarming. After missing two buses, I almost gave in and went home, but I stuck it out, got on a later bus, and finally ended up at my friends’ house. Prior to that night, I was going through some things, and ending others and that night, after a few too many drinks, I had sworn to myself that I was going to stay single and just let loose all summer. Little did I know, I would never get the chance to do so.
We headed to the bar around 11:30. I’m not going to lie, a lot of the night was pretty blurry, so I’ll just skip to the good stuff.
And here, my friends, is why the story of how Jenn and I met doesn’t come up in casual conversation. Tommy, Allison and I were dancing - if you can call it that - on the stage and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the cutest girl, whom I had already been looking at at a distance from the bar. I pointed her out to my friends (quite obviously, I’m sure) and the next thing you know, they threw me into her like I was a nervous 6th grade boy at his first middle school dance. Without even mustering up enough words to introduce myself, I grabbed her and kissed her, and kissed her again, and again. At the end of the night, I had managed to get her number - whether or not I used my words to do so remains a mystery. Just as I was leaving the bar, I saw her again and guess what I did. If you guessed grabbed her, threw myself against the wall, sat down and kissed her again, you’re right. I wobbled home and something inside of me told me that I needed to call her. I called her and we talked for hours.
For those of you who know me, this is shocking behaviour, for those of you who don’t, I swear I’m not a slut.
I told her I’d text her the next day, and she told me that’s what they all say. I texted her the next day, the day after and the day after that.
One week later, I hung out with her a few times.
Two weeks after that, I was crying over her into a bagel - don’t ask.
One month later, I was hanging out with her more than once a week.
Two months later, I was living at her house more than I was at my own.
Three months later, I had to say goodbye and almost couldn’t take it.
Four months later, we were getting used to a routine and spending every weekend together.
Five months later, I fell in love, and by the end of that month, I told her.
Six months ago today, right now, I met the girl of my dreams.
I don’t know what it was that drew me to you that night, or what kinda luck I stumbled upon for you to even consider texting me back. I often think about what would’ve been different if I hadn’t gone out that night; if I hadn’t had the guts to approach you. I can’t honestly say that I’d die if I had never met you, but I can honestly say that you make my life all the more worth living.
Before I met you I didn’t know what I was looking for, I didn’t have the image of an ideal girl in my head. Before you, I ran away from relationships when things started to get serious, but with you, I ran in instead of out.
My idea of a perfect girl was slowly forming in my head, and taking your shape with each passing day.
The day you jumped into my arms and kissed me, every night when you kiss me on the forehead and say goodnight, every time I hear your door unlock and I see you smiling on the stairs, holding a conversation consisting of one long stare, squeezing you, your smile, the way I know you’re about to break out in dance when you put your hands behind your back, your sensitive and caring personality, your long dark hair, your cute little hands. There’s just so much about you that I absolutely love about you, it drives me crazy. Let’s face it, I could go on for days.
I also, never felt the need to come out to my parents - or anyone for that matter - because I never in a million years thought that I would let myself settle down. I came out to my parents this past weekend, because hiding what I felt for you was getting harder and harder by the second.
Here’s to another 6 months, and then some.
