Let’s talk about relationships for a minute. I love Bryce. That, I know. Sometimes, though I think about being single and remember when I could do the things I wanted to do, when I wanted to do them. I’m not talking about cleaning or doing dishes, but alone time. Sometimes, I want to go off alone and read or listen to a CD, but Bryce needs something or wants me to be with him and I do it. During those times, he can sense something is wrong, and it’s not that something is wrong, but I may just want to be doing something else. In the long run, though, I’d much rather be with him. I guess, if I were just verbal about it, he’d understand and be OK with it, but I also want him to be happy. Which brings up another point. What I really strive for is for him to be as happy as possible. I feel like I jump through so many hoops for him, only to have it not be enough or the wrong hoop. I guess that’s when I remember the old times. Those thoughts always end with a realization that I am grateful for everything Bryce is and means to me. I wish, sometimes, I wouldn’t even think about being single. For everything he is and does for me, I feel bad for even thinking about it sometimes.

We went to the pet expo today, and had a great time. We saw all kinds of dogs, cats, ferrets, and hamsters. There were lions, tigers, horses, and a camel, too. We got all kinds of food and treats for Booda. He will love us for days. Our menu collection is going well; we may even get a menu from Hooters tonight.

I just got my hair cut and the barberess said she liked my hair color. I had colored it red but went “blonde” last night. The cream I used turned red when I put it in and my hair came out orange, but it’s a nice shade of orange. Bryce’s mom and grandparents are on the way here and we’re going out to dinner. They should be here any minute. I need to jump into the shower before they get here so I should sign off, but I wanted to take a minute to jot some things down.

Well, I guess once every two weeks ain’t too bad. But here it is the day after Valentine’s Day and I need to write. First, we got a dog. Booda is his name. He’s about 10 months old and just newly neutered. He will be getting stitches out in about 2 or 3 days. We have about a week and a half till moving day. We are getting really excited. I see a lot of things changing in our lives for the better.

Bryce and I did something really romantic tonight. First, being Valentine’s Day he had asked me what I wanted. I said only a Whitman’s Sampler. He was going to take me out for dinner tonight but I didn’t have enough time, so I’ll treat him on Friday. We just got back from a romantic walk. Yes, it’s 2:30 am and yes, it’s –4 degrees F, but we walked “the long walk” on the oval. As we walked, he explained to me that if you walk the long walk hand in hand with the one you love, you would be with them for the rest of your life. And it was a Long Walk. I told him we should make an annual trek to Columbus for that on Valentine’s Day. It was really, really nice.

It’s been a few days since I’ve written, which is a good thing ‘cuz that means things are going well. Tonight, Bryce picked me up from work but he didn’t want to go home, so we went to Club Columbus. It was the first time either of us had been there. I was already tired, but he wanted to sit in the hot tub and I thought it would be a good idea, because my muscles are sore from working out, which we have started doing. At one point, toward the end of the evening there, he asked me what was wrong. Truly, nothing was, and I told him so, but I was getting tired. I told him that and I guess that upset him, because things haven’t been right since then. I was hungry and wanted to get something to eat, but nothing I suggested was right, so we went to Taco Bell. When I got in from parking the car, he wouldn’t talk to me. I thought we had some kind of agreement to not go to bed mad at each other, but I guess I was wrong, because he seems hell-bent on doing just that. How much do I beg to find out what I did? He just got up and went out to the couch to sleep and I will go out and make one more effort to find out what I did.

On a lighter note, it looks like we’re gonna get the apartment we applied for, even though there may be a little finagling going on. Moving day is February 25, so it’s coming up quick. I hate moving, but I can’t wait to move in with him. I love him so much. Until next time.