I went to work at 8 in the morning, and on my lunch took Sean and Z out to smashburger. It was delicious. After work, we went to the grocery store and bought stuff for burritos. I cooked, and put Z to bed then played Skyrim side-by-side. It was super awesome.
It got me thinking, Sean and I haven't said, "I love you" since we got back together.
Guess what? That's ok. Because love isn't something I should splatter across facebook, it isn't a "hey babe" or "hey boo bear" every other second when we are out. It's a verb, one that I express every day when I cook dinner, when we make a plan to hang out, when I toss Z to her dad, when we all snuggle on the couch and watch a movie. My actions show my feelings, and I don't need one word to express how I feel.
|Battle-mage and regular mage and Dwemer ruins. <3|
He may have broken my heart once, but he helped give me my Zelda. It's ok not to be romantic, it's ok not to have flowers. I have what matters, and I always will.
Then this past weekend we made a trip to the Midland. My dad's health isn't great right now, and I'm not sure exactly what to feel. At the MCFTA there was an exhibit called "Grossology" all about how barf and poop and stuff are made. There was a cool little slide where you could climb up and pretend to be food being eaten and sliding down the esophagus.
Of course, my evil strong-baby decides she can climb all things, and starts up by herself.
|Look, I can do it myself!|