Love Letter

Hello my Hubby,

I wanted to thank you for a great weekend.  Saturday was filled with a few of my favorite things: a miniature road trip, lunch at Hooters, water slides and you.  Thank you for loving me even while I screamed my head off sliding down the Howlin' Tornado.  If I was going down, I knew I was going down with you.

 

You were kind enough to drive us home really late on Saturday night, so we could sleep in our own bed.  Singing along to "the oldies" was about all that got us through the drive and home safe.  You are my superman, and have quite the lovely singing voice.  Oh, and thank you for watching "You Again" with me on Sunday.  I was equally surprised as you that you survived... ;)

Love, 

Lo

Love Letter

I stumbled upon the blog Today's Letters and I thought the premise of the blog was super cute.  The husband and wife who are the bloggers write love letters to each other everyday.  These aren't long and mushy love letters, mind you.  They are short, sweet and simple.  I certainly don't expect Mr. Ryan to post love letters to me, but a girl can dream.

So today, I am starting to write love letters to Ryan.  Not every day, and nothing long or mushy.  Just short, sweet and simple.

Dear Hubby,

Last night I had a dream that we were in the Princess Bride.  You wore a mask, saved me from the nasty swamp creature, and told me "As you wish."  Then, we rode off on our horses.  You are my hero, and the man of my dreams... Literally.

 Love,

Wife

Take Luck,

LP

Countdowns

I love having things to look forward too.  Even the most unimportant things I find exciting.  We have a lot of great things coming up, especially visitors come late spring and summer time.

I have to start with perhaps the most important countdown:

Only six weeks left in the semester

Can I get a hallelujah?

Next up, Clare Bear's wedding: 44 days

(This is us at Krystal's wedding)

Soon after, our first visitors of the year, Cara and Ryan: 63 days

(This is the four of us at our wedding)

In June, Ryan's parents, Danny & Chris come visit us too! 92 days

(This is Danny & Chris on Christmas Eve)

And finally, my bestie, Tiff and her hubby Ryan are coming from Indiana: 147 days

(This is me and Tiff, also at Krystal's wedding.  You don't have to say it, we know we're awesome.)

I can't wait to see our friends and family!

This weekend we're heading off to Great Wolf Lodge with our friends Matt and Jessica, Bea, David and baby Eliyahu for a night to celebrate Matt's birthday... And enjoy the indoor water park.  I am pumped!  I'm not above showing some little tykes what's up.  Just kidding.  I will probably just stare at them and tell Ryan, "I want one."  Ho hum.

Take Luck,

LP

Upgrades

A few weeks ago, Ry and I did some furniture shopping at the local Ashley Furniture.  Through my sister-in-law's mother (did you follow that?) we found a totally awesome chocolate sectional.  While we were at it, we figured - why not replace the kitchen table that got super scratched up when I moved home?  Needless to say we have been eagerly anticipating the delivery of our new furniture.

Today was the day.  I love the delivery confirmation phone calls and "windows" of time service companies give you...

"Uh, yes.  Mrs. Peters?  We will be delivering your furniture between the hours of 7 AM and 5 PM on Wednesday."  Just kidding.  Their "window" was between 9 AM and noon, so I did have to leave work.  I didn't really complain because A) I got to leave work and B) it was a lovely, lovely day today.

The couches we have been using since we bought our house last December were my Grammy's:

Since they were my Grammy's, the couches held some definite sentimental value.

We upgraded to this big honker:

This was our utterly boring kitchen table... 

That we never actually ate dinner at:

We upgraded to this:

Four chairs and a bench.

It doesn't get much better than this, folks.

I just realized that Brocky Boy managed to get in on three of the four pictures that I took of our new furniture... It's like "Where's Waldo?"

Take Luck,

LP

Remind Me

Ryan and I like to play this game called Remind Me.  Well, I guess its not technically a game, but it might as well be.  I don't know how many times a day or week we will say to each other:

"Hey, remind me..."

What one needs the other to remind them of varies from taking out the trash, emptying the dishwasher, sending in a portfolio for school, looking at a website, or making a phone call.  I say these remind me instances occur often, which is completely true.  But how often is it that the one who is supposed to remind the other actually pulls through on their end of the bargain?

Not often.

I can't tell you how many times I have said to Ryan, "So, I was supposed to remind you of something... But I'm not really sure what it was.... So this is me, reminding you that I was supposed to remind you... Of something that I forgot."  This usually leads to us pondering what was so important that it needed reminding in the first place.  And we usually make faces to each other that look something like this:

 

My favorite is when I tell Ryan, "Remind me to remind you that you have a doctor's appointment on Thursday." :)  That one is always super successful.

Not.

Our lack of mental retention power is one of the many "little things" about our relationship that I truly love and treasure.  The other night Ryan was looking for two things before bed time... 

1) his cell phone

2) the Back to the Future trilogy

So he calls from the living room, "Where are the DVDs?" and I responded from the bedroom, "On the entertainment stand."  Then he asked, "Where's my cell phone?" and I laughed and responded from the bedroom, "On the kitchen table."  Without a word, Ryan grabbed his things, came into the bedroom and said:

"You're good."

At least I can remember something.

Remind me...

Take Luck,

LP