Sundays

A typical Sunday goes like this-

We wake up early and most often Shawn drives us to church. While my parents were staying with us, we would often hitch a ride with them to save gas. This Sunday was special because last night we went over to my grandmas to spend the night so we could sit in the hot tub and have margaritas.

He is very attentive to me, and we are hardly not in the same room as each other, unless we're enjoying our own hobbies. In the hottub we stayed mature to be respectful to my family, but I could tell he enjoys seeing me in my bathing suit. I always tease him about it and he says he can't help it and my response is automatically yes you can. Last night he challenged me by saying how? I didn't know how to respond. I told him to think about watermelons. He wins that one.

We always tell each other I love you and good night when we sleep, and when we're in a new place he always falls asleep holding me close. At home we sleep on our own sides.

He has surprised me by going to church with me nearly every Sunday. He doesn't mind mine, so he tells me, because they don't preach fire and brimstone, but he doesn't sing or respond during the service. I can't complain, because he goes. I think part of it is the reward--afterward we go to my grandmas house and get treated to good homemade food, either late breakfast or early dinner.

He clean up very well, and I love when he wears his nice shirts with his hat. And his new white sunglasses are very sharp.

My family loves him, and he is respectful to my grandparents. My grandpa enjoys talking to him and he helps take out the recycling when we visit.

The drive back home is usually interesting because I hate his driving, haha. He has a car of his brothers that he likes to race around sometimes even though I tell him all the time not to speed. He normally drive ten over, which is about what everyone in the city drives at. But he comes up on people really fast and I'm always telling him he's going to get rearended someday.

He lets me change the radio station in his car but he sings only to some of the rock songs. Luckily we have similar rock tastes, although he doesn't care for the girly pop songs that I sing to, he never complains about it.

He doesn't exercise on his own, but when I tell him I want to go for a walk with the dog (who is getting fat and needs it) he will go with me. He always says how he will whenever we get a weight bench but I don't see it.

He goes back to work tomorrow. Ill miss spending all my time with him, but it'll be good for him. He doesn't like being idle and he likes his job. I wish I could be as persistent and confident in my skills as he is. He used to complain about work- mostly the people he has to deal with, but it seems like he likes the guys at this one.

I need to find another job soon so he's not strained to be the only money maker, but when I mention selling off pieces of my collection to help pay bills, he always resists and tells me not to.

I <3 him.