happy eighth to us!

Today was the eighth Valentine's Day that Teesh and I have spent together. It doesn't even seem possible that one through seven have already come and gone. Good thing we've got a hundred [if we're lucky] more February fourteenths to spend together. This one, in particular is the only one of its kind: we'll never have another Valentine's Day where we're engaged. And since it was the one and only, it was extra special.

For dinner, he surprised me with flowers and then by taking me to High Cotton. Holy smokes, I was so stinkin' excited! I'd never eaten there before, and it was absolutely wonderful. Our waitress' name was Anna, so that was an added bonus. :o) After we stuffed our faces [literally, stuffed them. I wore my fat pants to bed for a reason tonight], we came back to my house to exchange gifts. He wrote me the sweetest card and got me another addition to our future home: a chalkboard painting of a spoon to go hang in our dining room. YAY! I spotted it in Pier 1 a couple months ago, and he took note of my obsession for it. Now I just need to fork! :-P

I bought him season one of Bones and the newest Lecrae CD, and I also made him a hand-crafted card: "100 things I can't wait to do when I become Mrs. Bargeron." I think he liked it. :o)

I'm so spoiled. And I'm woman enough to admit it. I can't imagine my life without Teesh being such a huge part of it for the last seven and a half years, and he's set the bar higher and higher every year since the first one. I still can't believe that God picked me to be the one he gets to share his life with, but I sure am thankful that he did.

Happy Valentine's Day to you from me. I hope your day was just as magical as mine was. And if you don't think it was, just remind yourself that you are loved and adored by the creator of the universe. Now that should give you chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach.


“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” -Jalal ad-Din Rumi