Time passed quicker than I thought, and I've enjoyed every moment of it. I feel like I'm living life so fully that I haven't had enough time to relax. And when I do relax, I feel guilty about it and start washing a dish or cleaning the living room. But, while I should be sleeping in a bed under the burgundy red blanket he bought us as a welcome home gift, I felt the need to update. One moment may last all of a second but the memory remains forever. The moment I'm particularly thinking about is about breakfast eggs. He scrambled six last Sunday. We ate banana Cheerios and Morning Farm bacon (even though its fake, its actually pretty decent). We had leftovers of eggs and, just like him, he insisted I save the remaining dollop (what word does one use for the measurement of scrambled eggs?). I told him it could never be enough worthy to keep, but he was adamant that I eat them the next morning for breakfast. I think the last thing he told me before driving back to Santa Cruz was, "If I come back next week and you haven't eaten them, I'll throw away all of your food."
And that's how I know. Because true love is remembering to ask about the leftover eggs. I promise I'll eat them tomorrow. =)
