Favorite Box

Hi there.

Well, the mysterious internet access is still intact.  Obviously, I'm thrilled.  This will make the time during which Jered is working, go by much more quickly.

Right now my bread-winning husband is taking a power nap.  It's a dreary, cool day and is perfect for napping.  So, I am sitting on the floor in my internet corner with my cold feet slipped up under the covers of our bed to warm them against his legs.

A large part of my weekend has been unpacking all of our boxes.  Thankfully my dad brought us a ton and it happened to be the perfect amount for what we had.  Anyway, as we've "entertained" over the weekend and relaxed in our new "pad," I have found it hard to sit and do nothing because the unopened boxes were so tantalizing.  I just had to get everything out and in its proper place.

I am proud to say that they were all unpacked and broken down by yesterday afternoon.  (Ok- that's not all that impressive since we came from a studio apartment- but you would be surprised at how much we managed to fit in there.)

Yesterday I had my first hours alone in our new apartment while Jered worked.  I decided to go through some of his things to put away, and found all the letters I had ever sent him.  What's a girl to do when she has hours of spare time?  (Remember- I still had not found out about the surprise internet connection.)

I read them.  All of them.  I smiled.  I was embarrassed at my sappiness.  I wondered how bored he was reading some of the notes I had written during classes.  I remembered what was happening at the time they were written.  Freshly "in love" times, rocky times, almost married times.  I looked at some old pictures.  I saw the crossword I had made for him about us.  The first Valentine's Day card I made him.  The packs of daily letters I had written to him each time one of us was away on a trip.

At the end of my reminiscing- which took a good chunk of my afternoon- all I could think was, "I can't believe he kept all this."  I mean, sure, I would have hoped he'd hold on to some of the birthday letters and my more creative attempts at letter writing.  But he kept the little notes I had scribbled in my assignment books and calendar pages during classes too.

I was left thinking about how much I love this man, how much we've changed individually, and mostly, as a couple, how far we've come.

That's all for now, but who knows?  This girl's going to have lots of free time on her hands later.  Maybe I'll talk to you then.

Aim