I Like You Too Much

I talk a lot about love on this blog.  Love for running.  Love for Austin.  Love for the boy that makes my heart smile.  And it's true.  I believe 100% in the power of love.

What I've found out in the last few weeks, though, is that love doesn't have to be shouted from rooftops or made into large, grand gestures. 

Love is ... reading side by side, knowing that the silence between the two of us is comfortable and warm.  When I think about my future, this is exactly what I see.  I hope to be reading next to this boy for the rest of my life.  We've got a ton of books to get through. 

Love is ... doing laundry together and laughing when one of my shirts ends up in his basket.

Love is ... splitting a dinner instead of ordering two.

Love is ... letting him park in my garage parking spot so he doesn't have to hunt around for an open space on the street.

Love is ... sending interesting articles to one another in the middle of the day because while you are reading said article, your mind immediately thinks of him.

Love is ... thinking about him all day.

Love is ... adding in some yummy toffee to his bag of leftover food for him to take home.  It's a sweet surprise!

Love is ... seeing the pup perk up when he hears the boy's car lock sound.  Yes, Austin knows exactly which beep comes from his favorite wrestling buddy's car.

Love is ... watching my two boys wrestle.

Love is ... saying 'I'm sorry for being a jerk' and then sealing that forgiveness with a kiss.

Love is ... him hi-fiving me when I say I ran three times last week.

Love is ... wanting to spend every waking minute with him and cherishing the ones that you actually do get to spend together.


I know, I know.  It's all super sappy.  But I feel like we are at a point in our relationship where everything is special with him.  I'm still wearing my love-tinted glasses.  To be honest, I hope I never have to take them off.

Delicious Autumn!

For some reason, Norah Jones makes me think of the fall season.  Maybe it's the warm, gravely quality of her voice that makes me want to curl up in a blanket with a cup of hot tea and a good book.  Although not from this song, the lyrics from "Thinking About You" are perfect for this post.

"Yesterday I saw the sun shinin',
And the leaves were fallin' down softly,
My cold hands needed a warm, warm touch,
And I was thinkin' about you."

Now that October is upon us, it's officially fall, my favorite season.  But, because I live in southern California, fall is not the real fall I've grown to love.

Instead of the leaves turning a gorgeous golden color, all we get is a little bit of a chill in the morning air.

 

I miss this view. 

Instead, this is what I get to see:

Ok, that's not the temperature at my house by the beach, but that was the temperature inland this weekend.  97 degrees in October!  That's pure madness.

Fall means:

1. Apple cider
2. Candy corn
3. Running in long sleeves and tights if it gets cold enough
4. Throw blankets
5. Scarves
6. Comfy sweatshirts
7. Cute boots
8. It's almost Thanksgiving...
9. It's almost Christmas...
10. That means I get to go home. :)

Happy autumn!

No One Likes a Grumpy Pants

Sleep.

Bedtime. Nap. Snooze. Zzzzs. Pillow. Blankie. Blanket. Comfy. Dreaming.

I'm a big fan of sleep and have always been able to fall asleep really quickly.  I actually think that my abilities are genetic - all of my dad's family are sleepers and can snooze at the snap of a finger.  It's an amazing quality to have.  Me and naps are tight - BFFs, if you will.  Austin likes them, too.

One downfall, though, is that I need a lot of sleep.  I cannot function on less than seven hours of sleep every night.  I get extremely grumpy if I don't get enough ZZzzz time.  I know, I know, I sound like an old lady (and the boyfriend actually calls me grandma when I tell him I need to hit the sack).  But, the National Sleep Foundation says that adults should get between seven and nine hours of sleep every night.  So there.

But in all seriousness, sleep is such a vital part of staying healthy.  If you don't get enough sleep, you don't feel like exercising.  If you don't feel like exercising, you're gonna sit on the couch eating Goldfish and Popsicles and tortilla chips (oh, wait, that might have been me last night).  You lose any motivation to do anything when you are tired.  Then, your days become consumed with slipping in and out of consciousness or lounging or staring blankly at the TV as "I Love Lucy" and "Brady Bunch" reruns flicker.  Sure, it's fun to have a down day and sleep in late and stay in bed even later.  I'm not going to deny that.  At least for me, though, once I get in that mode, it's hard to peel my backside off of the comfy, comfy couch (just one more episode, I swear).

So, what's the point I'm trying to make in all of this sleepy gobbly-gook?  Just that.  Sleep.  It's vital for your body, it's healthy for any relationships you have (no one likes a grumpy pants) and it makes the world go round.  Yeah, that's right...sleep makes the world go round....I should market that...make it into a song...who's with me?