To all of you out there who have a boyfriend/fiance/husband, I'm sure that man is a wonderful, incredible man. But let me take a moment to brag about how amazing my boyfriend is.
It was early Friday evening. My mom was making dinner, I was sitting at our kitchen table doing a crossword puzzle. My back is to our front door. I hear said door open and close, and my ears subconsciously tell my brain that my dad is home.
I hear him walk up the stairs (again, my brain tells me it's my dad because it sounds like him; I know his steps). I feel an arm go around my shoulder to give me a side hug. I smile and lean into the hug, but I don't say anything, and I don't look up. My dad is just giving me a casual hug and then he will go say hi to my mom.
But then his hand stays on my shoulder, and my peripheral vision tells me that he's looking at me and that I should look up and acknowledge him. Perhaps he got a haircut, or he just has something to say or show me. So I look up. But it is NOT my dad. :D
No siree, that was not my dad that came through the door, walked up the stairs, and hugged me. I lifted my gaze up from the kitchen table and looked straight into the face of my beloved Arthur Morgan.
I wish I had enough words (or perhaps some pictures) to truly convey the absolute surprise and shock I felt when I realized that he was here in my house. I remember screaming and saying "Oh my gosh!" over and over, and he tells me I made him deaf in his right ear. But I think he would say it was worth it.
After I stopped screaming and laughing and crying and hugging him, I remember feeling kind of lost. Or, more accurately, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know what to look at, or what to say or think or do.
He had been planning this surprise with my family for about two weeks before he came here (plus my mom told absolutely everyone she knew that he was coming out to surprise me). They helped him come up with some money for his bus tickets (yes, he took a bus. I think that was the longest day-and-a-half of his life).
And then he came up with some very clever lies about where he was so that I wouldn't suspect anything, or wonder why he wasn't calling me for a couple of days. ;) As it was, he did call a couple of times from his cell phone. And of course, everything seemed very normal for me.
He had been worried that I would have figured it out, but I had no reason to suspect anything, so all of the seemingly obvious clues went right over my head.
We went to the lake this weekend with my whole extended family (dad's side) like we do every year, and he got to come with us and meet some of them. I remember saying to him a couple of times, in the weeks before, that I wished he could come out for the weekend, and unbeknownst to me, that's exactly what was going to happen!
We had a great time, especially since it was a long weekend, so we got in nearly four full days together. *SIGH* I have the BEST boyfriend in the WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!! And I am the luckiest woman in the whole world, because this man loves me.
He left late last night, and I should be more sad, but I don't think I have quite gotten over the shock that he had been secretly planning this and lying to me, and that he had actually been here. But now I can't say that we had to go the whole summer without seeing each other. And now I can say that I only have to wait one more month before I see him again.
I must be the only person who is eager for summer to end. Bring on September!
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