Sunday morning, I opened a gift from my beloved, live-in boyfriend, Dave, and while I'd hoped I'd find an engagement ring, I was delighted to find something far, far different. I found, amid a box of Hispanic candies and treats, a book about Costa Rica along with a book on Costa Rican Spanish. Well, you can see where this goes. Among the treats and books was a card with this written inside: "One trip for two to Costa Rica...I hope you'll take me".
So many times I find myself wondering what we're all doing in our relative places. Why are we still all together? What with the difficult days, the fights over the bathroom, the "why in the hell are you doing that" moments. Somehow in the middle of all those things I always find Dave. A man who knows me better than I know myself.
A man who saw my joy (and sadness) in the departure of my friend so clearly that he found the perfect gift. Not a sweater (I have so many), not a book (those are always available), not an engagement ring (that can wait a bit longer), but a trip. A trip to see a dear, dear friend of mine. Not a dear, dear friend of his, but a dear, dear friend of mine. Could one ask for more? More selflessness, more thoughtfulness, more care, more love? No, I don't think one could.
I hope you all had a delightful Christmas as well. I have no doubt that at some point during the holiday you were as proud as I was.
I was proud of my dear friend--for doing what she most needs to do. I was proud of myself--for finally finding that person I always said I would find. But most of all, I was proud of Dave--for knowing what I needed most.
He's a lovely man, and I couldn't be happier to have run across him.
The jury is in. I'm about as lucky as they come.
L.
And, really, how can you not love a guy who hangs out chatting with your nephew as he climbs a tree?
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