Day...2...

I vaguely remember waking in the early morning to Alex telling me he is going to the gym. This is what I live with. Wake up, go to the gym. Get off work, go to the gym. Relaxing on the couch, dreaming of eating Bon-Bons, and watch him doing push-ups and other such activities that you couldn't pay me to do. I frequently enjoy gazing at his beautifully sculpted body but couldn't he look that way and still have time to sit on the couch being lazy with me? I suppose this means I should keep the Bon-Bons in the dreams and burn some calories, too.

On the bright side, when I fully awoke from my lazy, sleep induced stupor, the coffee was brewed, creamer was in the fridge and breakfast was being cooked. Now, this is the life. We are reading a self help book on how to have a "healthy" relationship and in this book it says to remember that your partner is not a mind reader. But do you see how real life contradicts that statement in my case? I wanted coffee and food, he made me coffee and food. Therefore, it is my personal opinion that it's okay if I think MY boyfriend can read my mind. We'll see how that works out for me.

I have to admire some of the adventures Alex is willing to join me on now that we live together. Today we took my 11 year-old daughter to the pumpkin patch and then to a 3 year-old princess birthday party. The pumpkin quest wasn't so bad. Except that they didn't provide wheel barrows or anything to transport the pumpkins so he ended up carrying all of them for us. And as it turns out, my daughter inherited from me the desire to have the biggest and best of everything. Therefore, he totted around the two biggest pumpkins this farm had to offer. I suppose it's a good thing he pumps iron so frequently, now that I think about it.

We are home from our busy day now and I am reminded of all the reasons I decided to make this move in the first place. He endures family outtings, he fixes the shower head the first time I ask, he is motivated and...he reads, which I love. I watch him while he sits in his chair, reading a book I'm sure would put me to sleep faster than a bottle of sedatives and all I can think is how lucky I am. He is currently resembling Harry Potter, in his round reading glasses. That is, if Harry were nearing 40, darker skinned and had no scar on his forehead. But the magic, he's got that. And I intend to put that wand to work tonight. Oh, I think he is reading my mind again. Time to say good-night.