saturday morning, i woke up just like any other day. worked out, showered, did some blog stuff. typical. my roommate asked me if i was interested in going to starbucks with her later in the afternoon to work on some things, i told her that sounded great. she left the apartment to run an errand and was supposed to be back to get me so that we could go to starbucks. i had a bit of time to kill, so i turned on the Bulls play-off game and got a text from my boyfriend. he said he had just woken up (yep, it was like 2pm) and was asking what i was up to. i told him, and we texted a little back and forth. my roommate came in the apartment and told me that she had a graduation gift for me in her car and it was too heavy for her to carry all the way upstairs, so she asked if i could help her get it out of her car.
my first thought: what on earth did she get me that would be too heavy to carry upstairs?!
i slipped on some sandals and, with Sam behind me, opened the door to our apartment to go get my gift. and then i stopped dead in my tracks.
why? because this guy was standing right outside my door:
we had such a good weekend together and i loved every second of it. i feel so lucky to have him.
oh, and the best part? i get to see him again in just 3 weeks!