It's been a rough couple weeks. My anxiety has been a bear to deal with and school has been very stressful. Of course, I put a lot of this burden onto my poor fiance, bless his heart.
Why he still puts up with me? I don't know. I guess I make him happy or something.
But Monday night I came home after a 12+ hour day of school, work and my little sister's volleyball game to this on my bedroom floor.
First thing I did? Tense up and check behind the bed. I was scared he (or God forbid someone else) was going to jump out and scare me. And since I've been so jumpy (anxiety) lately, I would have probably peed myself.
Second thing I did? Cry. Judge me as you will, but this was such a small, beautiful gesture. Did he have to do it? No. Did I ask him to? No. Was it for any reason other than loving me? No.
Believe me, ladies. Polite, Christian gentlemen still do exist. I'm lucky that I snagged myself one!
My dilemma? How the heck do you top that?! I want to do something for him because he has done so much for me. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!