I guess you have to be married for as long as we have been to actually say you "enjoyed" a day of running errands. But I did. Saturday was a whirlwind of stopping here and stopping there, but in the end it was just a nice day spent with you. Just you and I. Together. Doing just the little things that people do. But doing them together.
Breakfast at the Pfister was nice, even if the atmosphere wasn't what we wanted. The meal was tasty and you got those pancakes you so love. It was nice to come downstairs and see you were getting dressed because you knew we were going. I am not sure how the previous week got messed up. But we made it this past weekend. Breakfast has become our romantic meal time. Everything we do is different.
Then a few trips here and there. All just things we needed to do. Normal stuff. But doing them together was so nice.
So while this is not the most romantic blog entry ever or even the longest, I thought I would use it to remind you just how much I love spending time with you. There is no one in the world I would rather be with. There is no one's company I'd rather share. No one I'd rather laugh with or goof around with. Even the most minimal things seem like a good time when I do them with you.
You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.
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