Giddy

I love Travis today.
Well, I love him every day.

But the amazing thing is I love him MORE everyday, which means today I love him the most I've ever loved him.

and I feel that way right now, especially.
Like I wish he and I could skip work and go home and snuggle.
And I wish he didn't have to drive his scooter in the cold rain outside.
And I wish I hadn't accidentally hurt his leg last night when he and I were romping.
(Romping isn't code for sex.)

We were just wrestling/tickling/laughing and maybe I got tickled and in surprise I may have kicked his leg very hard.
ON ACCIDENT,
and maybe today I feel very guilty for hurting him.

And I feel like I would like to go home and make up for it by snuggling.
And making him watch West Side Story, which might not TOTALLY make it up to him, since he's not a huge fan of musicals.

And maybe one of my friends wants to do something nice for Travis that will totally embarrass him, but I'm not going to stop them because it's so nice.
And I love when other people are nice to him.

And I have a picture I took of us last night that I was going to post so you can see how handsome he is and how chubby I've gotten since I got married... but it won't load.
So maybe tomorrow you'll see it.

And it's goofy because I look little and chubby and he looks tall and splattered with meat sauce.
Since I made him come outside and take it while he was in the midst of making his completely-from-scratch and highly delicious gnocci with meat sauce.
Which, of course, accompanied my completely-from-scratch and mostly delicious whole wheat bread sticks and blackberry spice cake.
And that night we discussed how lucky our future kids are to have us as parents.
And how lucky we each are to have spouses who are good at cooking.

And just how lucky we are in general.
And I miss him when he's at work.
Like right now.
I miss him.