The Bow Tie Fiasco

What a weekend.

It all started out with a wedding. Amy and Mark were getting married and Daniel and I were going! Daniel had his Megabus tickets purchased (sadly, that's plural on the tickets), vest packed, and dancing shoes ready (although we didn't get to put those on for too long thanks to the wedding). All was set.

Or so we thought.

I found out a little too late that I wasn't able to wear the dress I had planned on wearing because it was black and too formal. So instead of having the perfect dress to match Daniel's bowtie, I had nothing. So there we were, Saturday morning (the day of the wedding) rushing around the mall like mad piggies trying to find me a dress. Cheap trashy store after cheap trashy store proved to be unfruitful, we finally found the perfect dress for under $10. We made out like bandit piggies. Now everything was set.


Or so we thought.


After a quick shower, a few egg sandwiches and rushing around, we were out the door and on our way to the wedding. Waze said we'd be there past 2pm. Challenge accepted for this piggy. As I drove, Daniel spent all 20 minutes trying to tie his bow tie. Whether it was the fast speeds, the minuscule mirror or insane amount of pressure we were under, the bow tie never came out successful. We pulled into our parking spot at 1:59pm, ran into the wedding right before the ceremony and barley made it.


We never did get that bow tie to work out.

The whole thing was one big lesson in irony, really. After everything we went through, we didn't even get to wear the bow tie. It's funny how something so small can make such a big impact. It was all because of that bow tie that we went out shopping, missed having coffee and almost didn't make the ceremony (although I'm pretty sure we could have just been escorted if we were too late. I mean, everyone else and their mother was). From this we've learned not to sweat the small stuff because in the big picture it doesn't really matter (and we're big picture piggies). The whole day we were happy as ever because we were just with one another. So we didn't both have on blue-who cares! We looked darn good regardless. Dress or no dress, bow tie or no bow tie, we both left that wedding with some of the best memories simply because we were together. I guess it all goes to show that no matter what happens, everything is perfect when we're together simply because we love one another so much. 


And boy is that a great feeling.

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Today is the first day in the past week that I've been without Daniel. It's a weird feeling, waking up and being able to snooze my alarm multiple times without having someone be "grumpy" about it. Sure that's nice, but it was also nice waking up yesterday morning before the oh-so-early alarm and just spending it with one another, in each other's arms. It was great.

Today I didn't get that. Today I woke up to my alarm, with my blankets actually on me and Shepesh clinging on to the side of my bed for dear life. It may seem like a bleak morning, but I do have one of the best things ever: in 3 days, I get to see Daniel again.

I know it's not much but it's something to look forward to. One of the biggest things Daniel has taught me is that I need to focus on the positives of our relationship, because no matter how small they may seem when stacked against the other stuff, being together is always better than not being together.

I'm still working on it because it's hard for me, but I'm trying. The hope of getting to be together is always enough to get me through whatever I might need to do until I see him.

So yes, we may have had the most amazing beach week getaway and yes, we may not have another week to ourselves for quite some time, but it doesn't matter. As long as I get to see Daniel, no matter how far away it may be, or for how long it'll be, it's still going to be the most amazing time ever. Because when two people are in love like Daniel and I are, nothing can stop it, not even a measly 200 miles and a time zone change.

:(=))

Instinct

We've all got instincts. Sometimes they're called our "gut feelings" and sometimes they're just what we label "intuition." Either way, they're things that we don't question and are usually right.

This past week Daniel and I have been at the beach. Last Sunday we spent ALL day driving and then sleeping just to get here (thus why I haven't been able to post until now). It's been great here. On Thursday, we had something amazing happen. As we're floating out in the water, just a few feet off of the sandbar, we saw a dorsal fin of what we believe to have been a sandbar shark. Now when you see a dorsal fin in the water, you run... or swim as fast as you can.

So what we did was skedaddle as fast and calmly as we could. As the shorter, less lengthily-legged of the two of us, I was going to be the one to naturally move slower. Yet as we were scurrying away, Daniel instantly grabbed my hand and made sure that I was going to be okay.

Turned out we were fine-Mr. Shark just wanted to say hello.

What was great was his instinct to make sure I was going to be okay. I couldn't be more appreciative of the way that he takes care of me and always makes sure that I'm happy (like driving around for an unnecessary 45 minutes just to find an Applebees for supper and happy hour, pictures with manatee mailboxes and stone bears, and signs that say "Casa Bonita"!) It's the greatest feeling ever knowing that he's out there for me. As Sheldon would say, "He's got my back, Jack" (fitting given that we're watching Big Bang Theory right now).

Overall, I'm the luckiest girl/piggy/bear in the world to have Daniel. I know I say this every post, but it's true. Every day my mind is blown by our relationship and how amazing he is. We have this perfect chemistry that is unmatched by any other and lovin's that never end (mainly because we'll never let that happen).

And my instinct is telling me that this is something that should be cherished and held onto... forever. :(=))

The Perks of Dating a Mathmatician

.33 years // 4 months // 17.5 weeks // 122 days // 2,928 hours // 175,680 minutes // 10,540,800 seconds


And every second, minute, hour, day, week and month seems to be better than the one before it (except for the 5 minutes after I told you Slinky wasn't yours. That was honestly the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It killed me to see you so sad. But one day we'll get our own puppy and it'll be amazing).

Happy anniversary, Daniel.
:(=))

(Colossians 3:14)