The sickness

I went to Patrick's just like any other weekend to find him sick. Yucky! While he was at work, I did my usual tidying up around the house, dishes, 10 pounds of laundry, vacuuming, and searching for ingredients to make a simple meal. Hours went by with no word from Patrick. So I thought hmmm maybe I should get some birthday shopping done for him. 

Mind you, shopping for guys is not easy trip. They never tell you what they want, and they always say "surprise me" which is never a surprise because the gift is usually practical. So here I am walking aimlessly around Target wondering where to start. I remembered Patrick saying him wanting an inappropriate decoration for his new truck. I was really hoping they'd sell the decoration at Target but I knew I couldn't be so lucky. 

Walking through the Men's clothing I came across a few nice things for him but it will not suffice the element of great surprise when opened. I know Christmas is right around the corner but I'll have just as hard of a time with that as I am with his birthday.

Due to the shadiness of Patrick's workers, some of his tools have been disappearing lately. Even though men think women don't listen....we do. Patrick had said on one of our many Home Depot trips that he wanted a 35'ft tape measure. I did better and got him a 40' ft! Woo hoo! I got one gift for him that he'll like!

I will continue to look for the AMAZING GIFT......ugggg at least I still have time.   

I'm in Love with this boy....

So we've all been through our ups and downs. Recently Patrick and I have been going through an "I think you work too much phase." Well that's me actually.


I just think it's so hard not seeing someone all week and only getting to see them on the weekends. Although things will change in March, it seems like it's taking forever! He's a hard worker I'm very blessed and I know his hard work will reap its' benefits down the road.


There's so much I love about Patrick I don't even know where to start. Well it starts with the hour drive I make to see him. As I'm turning the winding exit 147 I know I'm seconds from seeing him. As I drive down what seems like the longest road I finally arrive at the destination that fills my being with joy and makes my heart race. I fumble for my house keys (yes I have keys) he's waiting at the door with open arms and a big smile. It makes me melt. Patrick isn't only my boyfriend he's my shoulder when I feel my world is going to crumble, he's an easy target for tickles, he's a big pillow when we watch TV, he's a warm body to cuddle up to when it's cold, and he's my shopping buddy. Thing's that normal couples would see as nothing, stop me in my tracks and show me that god sends people to us for a reason. Wether it's to heal a broken heart, to complete the puzzle with that missing piece, or even as an unanswered prayer. He sent Patrick to me for a reason and I'm learning everyday.

‎"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is growing up."