Monday, February 13, 2012

The List... Do you have one?

Not exactly a bucket list... but I have a list somewhere around here that Lee and I made years ago.. It has all sorts of things on it. Things that we wanted to do at some point.. obviously we didn't get to do much of it.. When I next see it I might see if there are things on it that I still want to do or take the girls to do with me.

I also have another list.. it's a sentimental one so feel free to hit the back button to avoid it.. I won't be upset.

This list has the things that I miss about Lee after I read an article in the back of the Boston Sunday Globe Magazine yesterday while eating my lunch about Valentine traditions (or something like that).. This list is filled with inane stuff like
how Lee would kiss the back of my neck and how much I loved it and how I would cry out that I was unbalanced (he'd kiss one side and then after I complained he'd kiss the opposite side).
It also has the term Bedpiggy on it since one of us would somehow take over the entire bed and the other person would call the bed hoarder a Bedpiggy.
Impromptu trips that he'd throw together for us.. I think the last one took us to Revere Beach after midnight in March (or was it February) while I was pregnant with the girls.
The year that for Valentine's Day Lee made me pink milkshakes.. not a strawberry milkshake but a vanilla milkshake with red food coloring to make it pink.
That he remembered how important the dates of February 14th and February 23rd are to me and that he would celebrate both with me every year ( we kissed on the 14th and started to seriously date on the 23rd).
That he could make me laugh all the time. Seriously all he had to do was look at me and point his finger at me and I would burst into a fit of laughter. Not sure how he ever did that..

It truly was the little things that made our relationship special. I doubt that I could ever find anyone else that would care enough to do all these things (and more that I'm sure I'll remember later) for and with me and not complain (too much).

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