Friday, July 6, 2012

On the boat

The cake is chilling, I swear I am being productive. I just have to let it chill before I make more things to put on it. It is hot in our house. But while I wait I am going to write down the amazing time we had. Setting: Lake Eufala in OK, middle of the lake, right by the Dam, no one around but us, hanging out in the boat. Time: July 4, 2012 Cast: You, me and the fish lurking at the bottom of the lake. We sit in the sun. We talk about our life. You once again admit your disdain of water - which I will never fully understand - as I force you to jump in with me. I think about what I said to a friend two days earlier "Do you ever regret jumping into the lake?" It was a rhetorical question then, but if I asked you, you would probably tell me something about how I could get the hiv from the lake through osmosis or something science-y. Well, probably not that, but you would come up with a worst-case-scenario. You are so good at these. Sometimes, I ask you questions that I KNOW are ridiculous because you will look at me like I am idiot and say something like "Because you might, DIE, Sabrina, that is why." The way you say DIE cracks me up. The way you look at me like I'm an idiot always makes me giggle. Because you know I'm not an idiot and I know you don't think I am, but it is our little game we play. Back on the boat, we talk about the trip I want you to take me on for my birthday - you were going to surprise me and try to go to Europe - I am very grateful you can't keep a secret to save your life because I don't really want to go in November, I want to go to somewhere in the US. So it will still be a surprise trip in that I won't know where we are going and what we are doing, but I also won't freak out that you are spending five grand we won't have (or should be using for other things) on a trip for us. However, I make sure to point out that once you have a real, grown up job, you should feel free to take me to foreign countries at every convenience. Your real, grown up job is something we stop and think about - and then freak out about - a lot. 6 more months and you will be entering the work force. You will be David Allen, RN, and you will be the Nurse with the cutest butt in the world. And your superhero scrubs will just be icing on the cake. I am so glad you are sure you want to do Pediatrics - when I think about you, and what you love, kids come high on that list. The thought of you working in the NICU makes my little ovaries sing, because hello, super hott hubby holding little bitty babies? Nothing is better. I wonder what job you will get and you list off all the ones that you will be applying for. We were talking the other day about how you are going to be crushed when you don't get every job you apply for, but I think that is okay. I think you have a (well-deserved) big head and sometimes it is good for it to be a tad bit smaller. It is so nice to be in the middle of the lake. We don't have cell phones. Good music is playing. It is just us. And we talk. And talk. And talk. Until we feel the sunburn starting to come and then we head back. I am so glad we can still talk, just us. We still have things to talk about. Sometimes, when talking with friends I find us talking about the same things over and over again and it feels stale. With you, it never feels stale. Or maybe we don't talk about the same things. I don't know. I just know that I love you. I wish I was in bed with you right now. My feet have gotten cold sitting here. I want to put them on your legs. Does that make me a bad wife? Probably. Guys, I am in love with my Husband. Is that so bad? I just think he is great. The End.


Stephanie J. Hoyt said...

Cute. Isn't it great to be in love? Sometimes Pete and I just look at each other and say we're MARRIED (like it happened yesterday instead of 4 yrs ago). ANDDDD we're in LOVE!!! ANDDDD it's the awesomest thing in the world!!! And I'm glad you are recording your sweet times with David, because its so fun to look back and remember those moments.

Katie Curtis said...

does he read your blog? does it make his head bigger to read how awesome you think he is? lol