the boy in this picture.. you know, the one trying to single handedly lop off my head? yeah, him. he so loves me.
when i got home from work last night, i was greeted by a man who quickly hustled me into the house and relieved my arms of everything i was holding. all the candles in our house were lit and the table was set so beautifully for 2 (blake is with his dad). and the house. OMG, the house. he fucking cleaned it!! i wanted to cry over that alone.
he hurried me up the candlelit stairs and i heard voices. my mind quickly flashed to the fact that his buddies were hiding somewhere in our room just waiting for me to get up there so they could jump out and terrify me. i was wrong. what i heard was frank sinatra playing from the speakers. *swoon* i quickly glanced around the room and took note that the candles were burning and that his nightstand was clean (like i could see the whole entire thing, clean)! and his side of the bed was spotless! and our dresser. holy crap. everything was clean!!!! this made me smile inside. probably outside too. he hurried me into the bathroom. oh yes, THAT'S where the guys are hiding to scare me, i just know it! wrong again. that's where a freshly drawn bath was waiting for me. a hot bath that almost burned my feet off, but does that really matter when it comes to love? i think not.
and there he left me. to soak in the tub and relax while he went downstairs to cook dinner. it was such a romantic and thoughtful night. and why did he do it, you're asking yourself? no reason. just because.