And For That, In My Heart, I Am Hopeful…

I’m watching Juno on my computer because my aunt’s dvd player (in the living room) is a piece of crap. Erik’s dad gave me a downloaded, burned copy of Juno because he loves me, but my aunt’s dvd player won’t quit playing Swedish subtitles while I try and watch the movie. Very annoying.

So instead, I have it playing on the laptop while I write this, and I gotta say that I love Michael Cera. He’s just way too cute for his own good.

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Speaking of boys who are way too cute for their own good, my darling boy is one of them. My cousin got married this past Saturday and the situation after the ceremony was that Erik was not coming to the reception. My auntie Jan told me that her husband wasn’t coming to the reception, and told me to bring Erik with me instead, so I asked the mother of the bride at the very last minute if I could bring him and she looked at me and smiled and said the best word she’s ever said to me – "yes."

After we got home from the ceremony, I called Erik on his cellphone and then his house phone, neither of which were answered. So I came on the computer and about 5 minutes later, Erik came online and said that he’d gotten my message, and then asked what he should wear.

I met him outside the building at the reception, and when he walked towards me, I thought he looked perfect – no tie, black pants, crisp white shirt, and my favourite smile. My favourite person, smiling at me in the early evening sunlight, showing up just for me.

Cocktails came and went and I introduced him to a few family members who he’ll never see again, and then we ate dinner in the ballroom. Dinner was delicious – prairie mushroom soup followed by a spinach salad. The main course was a crusted chicken breast with potatoes and seasonal vegetables. Dessert was great too – chocolate mousse in a puff-pastry bowl with whipped cream and a fresh strawberry.

We danced together, which was nice – we don’t usually get a chance to dance together, so it really was great.

Moments like when he asked what he should wear (even coupled with his "i am not even wearing socks. do i have to get dressed up? blegh" and a "gah, that means i need to shave too") without really even hesitating? Those are the moments where I’m reminded exactly why I love him, even though he ticks me off from time-to-time too, but it’s something that happens. I love him despite those things that bug me and I love him because of some of those things too.

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In other news, I still don’t have a new job. I’m definitely still looking around, trying and trying to find something. I’ll take almost anything at this point, except that I can’t take something that pays much less than what I’m making right now.

Also, I have to find something to make for dinner tomorrow and it’s driving me nuts. I’d make something in the crock-pot (which I got from the massive clear-out at my grandma’s), but I’d have to get it all together tomorrow morning. Which won’t work. Because I have to leave the house at 6.30 (BOOOOOOOooooo).

– sure as shit – kathleen edwards –