Wednesday, August 1, 2012

striking gold.

For a really long time, I was under the impression that I'd either:

a. have to wait forever and a a day for "the right guy" to come along because I am little miss picky; or
b. be stuck alone because I may or may not be hard to take, at times, and have trouble finding someone that would put up with me. (Come on, we all have our moments, don't we?)


The truth is, I struck gold with Anthony; and
the sad fact is? He is too humble to ever ever know it, let alone believe it.

I had to go to the bank yesterday, and asked if he wanted to come along. He showed up a few minutes late because he was busy throwing together a surprise picnic lunch that we ate at "the flower bridge" in my town. Seriously?

Color me: smitten