"Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand." ~Emily Kimbrough

Last night went just fine. The food was great. The conversation was great. Craig laughed. Mom & Dad laughed. It was all good. We ate. We played cards. We got home at 8:30 and went straight to bed (because we're usually in bed an hour earlier....we're such old people).

It was nice, I noticed, walking home with a hand to hold. Isn't that always nice? To have a hand to hold you up in case you slip and fall? Yes, yes it is.

And I love this most of all. Several times, he's sent me selfie's via Facebook with little notes. Here's today's:

"Here's lookin' at you babe"

My response was, "You're so damn cute. How'd I get so lucky?" and he said, "Ditto. Big smiles."

I love that he sends me pictures of himself so I can swoon over them all day long....because that's literally what I do. Swoon over whatever picture he sent that day. I am really such a sap. How'd I get this way? I figure if I can't stop thinking about him most of the day, then he's a keeper, right?

Today I have to get my haircut in little A (where he works) so we might meet for lunch afterward and I might get to see where he works. I'm looking forward to that. It'll make stalking him that much easier. LOL

I'm still not feeling the greatest and it's affecting me more than him, I think, in that department, if you know what I mean. I mean, look at that picture? Who could resist that? And yet, the last thing I want to do is that.  Yet it's also the first thing. It's a serious conundrum. We'll just see how today goes.

I have nothing planned for tomorrow and I'd love nothing more than to just stay in bed all day with the man. But he's a hard worker (as you can see, lol) so I guess I'll have to come up with something else to do. Like swoon over his picture. Sap.