Known Knowns

I have the best Valentine in the world, and to celebrate the world’s stupidest holiday, we are going to our favorite cheap Chinese restaurant (normally it would be a buffet, but we have a nice, MSG-filled restaurant just up the street from us and food is deliciously artery clogging, although I admit that they don’t have sugar biscuits.) We may come across as the most cynical couple ever to have exchanged vows, but there is actually some romance behind this time-honored tradition. You see, our first date was at a Chinese restaurant in Evansville, Indiana. Ain’t it sweet?

Anyway, I know I’ve said it before, but truly, it can never be said enough. Marrying Josh was the best thing I ever did, and I’m so glad he asked. Last night, I was thinking about all the women out there who are walking on eggshells today because they think suspect their unsuspecting boyfriends are going to pop the question. Josh did me a favor and totally caught me off guard; he asked the week before Valentine’s Day, in the middle of a Barnes & Noble Bookstore. And he presented it in such a way that I thought we were going to get into one of our fights, which are often prefaced with “We need to talk.” This was after he was so nauseous that he skipped our Spanish class, although when I told the professor what was going on, I had no idea that Dr. Hammerstrand was in on it, too. Sorry, hon. Didn’t mean to make you nauseous…

Three years later, I’m still making him nauseous, he’s still making me think he’s picking a fight, and we are just damn happy after three years, going on four, going on twenty.  I can’t imagine going through nursing school, or life, for that matter, without him.

XOXOX

Cut sappyness.