Last night I get home from work and I immediately get into some pyjamas and heat up my leftovers ready to watch the finale of "The Biggest Loser." (Anybody else addicted to that show?) I'm texting my coworker when I think I hear a truck pull up. No way. I think. And I look outside. Sure enough, boyfriend is outside. So I run out there like a crazy person and jump into his arms. :)
He thought he would surprise me (yeah, that's an understatement) so he drove out so that we could go out on a date out to dinner and dessert at my fave dessert restaurant. Say it with me: Awwwww. I had already eaten but told him I would go out anyway because I was still hungry but he looked at the clock (8:00pm) and thought it was too late to go out so we just stayed at home and watched the rest of the show. Unfortunately, there were winter storm advisories (yes, we get them in Arizona) so he thought he should just leave that night to be safe. :( Of course I didn't want him to leave but didn't want him waking up at 2am to frost and ice so he left..at 9:30. I don't know when I'll see him next since I'm going to Dallas on Saturday and won't be home until the following Sunday. At least he'll be with the girls for 3 days and I get to talk to him as much as I want! :) He just wanted to be able to see me before I left for Dallas and thought it would be a good chance to spend time with me.
In conclusion, he drove 3 1/2 hours to spend 1 1/2 hours to be with me just to turn around and drive 3 1/2 hours home. I think it's safe to say he loves me.
(Oh, and that winter storm? Yeah, never happened.)