There aren’t many benefits to being married yet living 3 hours apart. But there are some.
Love notes, for one.
Scott left last week as I was headed out the door to meet Tiffany.
I opened my scrapbook bag at Archivers and found a love note tucked inside –
I paid for my iced tea at QT, and found a note tucked in my purse –
I got home that night and found one by the bed –
The next morning I opened up the microwave and found one there –
They’ve been known to turn up in the silverware drawer, the kitchen cabinet, cosmetic basket… I never know when and where they’ll be.
I love texting, and IM’ing, and Facebooking, and emailing.
But I will ALWAYS be a girl who likes the old-fashioned see-it-in-writing notes best.
And he, is the old-fashioned guy who gives me that.
Lucky, lucky me.
Just one of the MANY reasons I love him.