There is no “most” or “thing,” but rather many romantic things. A whole lifetime of them (or, more precisely, a little over a year and a half of them).
Handwritten letters in my college mailbox. Heart-shaped Post-It notes on my desk when I walk into class (how they managed to appear there, on my exact desk exactly when I have class, over two hours from where he lives, I’ll never know). Every Sanrio watch from various participating McDonald’s chains. My favorite snacks in the grocery basket, even though they aren’t on the list. Opening car doors (and all other doors). Loving me so much and in so many ways, that it’s hard for me to choose just five every Friday. Understanding that I eat frequently throughout the day, from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m. Books! Lots of books. Real books and NOOKbooks. And journals. Lots of pretty journals. Ordering for me at restaurants. Reading my stories, even though they never end because I hate endings. Good morning texts. Good night phone calls. Understanding that sometimes, roundabout stories are the best way to receive forthcoming answers, because I over-analyze everything. Listening to my crazy dreams and not thinking that I need to be admitted. Saying “I love you” multiple times daily.
Alan’s love makes me feel like the most blessed, loved woman in the world, makes me think that every other woman out there who claims the same has no idea what she’s talking about. It also makes me wish that there were adequate words in the English language to describe exactly how much I love him. I should probably create my own.
While completing some errands today, Alan and I saw almost 70 turkeys less than two miles from the house. He quickly pulled over so I could count them and take a few photos — turkeys (especially that many) have been rare lately.
This evening, the church held our annual Valentine’s Day banquet. I personally am not a fan of Valentine’s Day. After working in retail and seeing countless men stop by the store and purchase a mass-produced item on the way home from work, I quickly fell out of love with the idea of expressing one’s love and undying devotion to a significant other. However, Alan is changing my mind about that. He doesn’t just show his affection and appreciation one day out of the year, it’s a daily thing. I am incredibly appreciative for that fact and for the fact that his parents reared him to be the wonderful man he is today. Nevertheless, I spent the majority of the time taking photos. Especially of my engagement ring. Which was designed by Alan. And the diamonds were hand-picked. Why yes, as a matter of fact I am engaged to the most amazingly wonderful man on the face of the planet.
And then, after eating a three-course meal and fellowshipping (I just made up that word), we came home and I made ginger beef rice, which we ate at 10 p.m. And then Alan made fried rice. Which Shooter really wanted. And I just finished eating.
Ginger Beef Rice
- 8 C. rice
- 1/4 C. water
- 1/4 C. soy sauce
- 8 tsp. sake or mirin
- 8 tsp. sugar (7 tsp. if using mirin, as mirin is a sweet version of sake)
- ginger to taste
- 1/2 lb. roast beef
Bring water, soy sauce, sake or mirin, sugar and ginger to boil. Add beef and reduce heat to low; simmer two to three minutes. Add to rice. I also mixed in a Japanese version of scrambled eggs, which simply requires mixing eggs, sugar and soy sauce to taste (I use approximately twice as much soy sauce as I use sugar).