Valentine's

I spent the weekend celebrating with my man.  My Valentine.  Former Palentine.  And all in one short year. 

Last year around this time we were still figuring each other out.  Actually a year ago I was writing this post and this post.  A year ago, this past weekend, I was meeting Tuck for the SECOND time.  While we talked all the time back then I was very adamant that we were NOT "dating" and we most certainly would NOT be celebrating Valentine's Day.  He would be my Palentine, nothing more.  I'd be lying if I told you I didn't secretly hope he'd send me flowers that day.  Don't worry.  He didn't.  BUT in typical Tuck fashion, he sent a care package a week later...see, a Valentine, just not on Valentine's.

So like I was saying, I went to see him this past weekend.  Having class until 3 on a Friday, then driving six hours...blows.  There's really no other way to put it.  As a side, I decided to blow my diet and eat (God Help Me) Mc.Donald's on the way down.  I was enticed for probably 20 miles.  Driving into the pitfalls of hell Osceola, Arkansas for this highcarolic-superfatty-cancerladen tasty meal only to find that the restaurant was 4 more miles down the road.  Long story short.  I blew my diet on Chester's Fried Chicken from a gas station.  What.ev.

I finally arrived to a very happy boyfriend who met me JUMPING UP AND DOWN in his driveway.  Saturday morning he worked.  I washed clothes.  We grabbed lunch and went to see the baby.  Sweetest little guy I know.  Precious cheeks, so cuddly, and that baby smell.  Yeah.  We left shortly after and went back to relax.  Spent the afternoon catching up with friends.  That night we went out for a wonderful dinner.

We exchanged gifts as well.  He's always so thoughtful.  The weekends always end way faster than they should.  I got sad this time.  Surprisingly didn't cry as I was leaving but had time to mope on the way back.  Took it out on Tuck.  I know.  Was really bummed knowing he couldn't come this weekend for Mardi Gras.  Complaining that less than 48 hours together just wasn't enough.  Whining.  Truly PMSing (I can admit that now).  Even got that snotty cry going.  Just being a girl.  I was a real pleasure, I'm sure.

So the real Valentine's Day rolls around.  I start getting these real cryptic texts about a delivery, Friday, and something sweet.  I was so confused but finally guessed that Tuck IS my Friday delivery (He can't keep a secret/surprise going to save his life...bless his heart!)!  I'm not sure how anyone can work 55 hours in 4.5 days but he's doing it.  Not taking lunches.  Going in before the sun rises.  For me, my surprise was even sweeter than the actual gift he gave me.  Quality time is my love language, for sure.  Getting to spend my weekend with him AND getting to do something in my city with him that I've never even done?  Icing on the cake.  Thanks, Bug.  It means the world to me.

So there's our first/second Valentine's Day. 

Funny what can happen in a year.