Since I still can’t share about the special visitor and it’s been a while since a cheesy post about the boyfriend, I thought I’d talk about him just a little bit.
Jon and I met shortly before we both graduated from highschool, I was pretty smitten from the get-go although I didn’t realize it right away. Luckily my best friend and his best friend were seeing each other so Jon would ask my best friend to invite me to hang out with all of them. Thinking about it now, I feel like a lot of stuff did not go smoothly that summer, but somehow when September rolled around, I was able to convince him to give long distance a try. Well we made long distance work for five years not that I recommend it to anyone. It’s really hard, and I still have difficulty believing we suffered through 5 years of late night phone calls and daily text messages being our only communication. We did visit each other about once every month and half, so that helped, but regardless our relationship’s history still impresses me.
Since Jon graduated a year and a half ago, we’ve been able to be in the same town together most of the time, but he’s always going off to pursue various avenues to find success in the art world. In the year and half since he’s been home, he’s also been to Japan, Ireland, Seattle a few times, New York State a few dozen more, Brooklyn quite often, Connecticut, North Carolina, Michigan, and we went to Portugal together. He’s quite the world traveler. Also in case you didn’t know, my Jon is an artist, a glass artist to be precise and he’s pretty amazing.
One of the reasons our relationships works, besides the fact that Jon has way more patience for my ridiculousness than the average joe, is because of the little things we do for each other (mostly it’s him doing nice things for me). This morning he did one of his signature sweet moves and it’s totally 100% the thought that matters. He left for work (in Connecticut) at 5:30am, and left me asleep in bed. When I got up and left, there on my keys by the front door, was a post it note. “Love you” he wrote, just for me. It was the sweetest, simplest thing. It reminded me of the (thankfully) long ago days after one of our weekend visits together, when I’d find little handwritten notes from him in my coat and jean pockets, under a cup on my desk etc. He used to hide them so I’d find them all for a few days after we’d said goodbye. I can’t tell you how much this sweet little gesture meant to me this morning. He had me smiling at 6 in the morning. (this is not an easy feat, as I am not nice after just waking up.)
Jon is sweet, thoughtful, and romantic. I am lucky to have him.
So I want to know, what’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you? Better yet, what is the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone else? Please share!