THE COUPLE.

When I worked at Bajio Mexican Grill [the blessed job that unknowingly introduced me to the love of my life], there were three of them. Three of those couples that are always everyone's favorite because everyone wants to be like them. They always came in together. They were always smiling. They were always willing to talk to you about your [all the sudden seemingly depressing] love life. They inspired you and encouraged you. They made you want to wait it out for the one that made you as happy as they were.

In Seattle, on our first day downtown, we went to this little grocery store where they sold pasta salads and other such deliciousness. While we sat at their tall tables by the window and looked out over Pikes, a man approached us. He had seen my camera and was wondering if I had a zoom lens and if I knew much about it. He told us how he and his wife could see an Eagles Nest from their house and they kept trying to get pictures, but just couldn't get close enough with their kit lens. He talked to us about how he owned the little grocery store and the hot dog shop next door. He just talked to us. He talked to us, because we were approachable, and happy, and together.

The next day when we went to Bainbridge Island, the ladies in the grocery store treated us the same way. I calmed my ever imaginative [and easily carried away] brain with things like, "Well, we're the tourists. They just talk to us like that cause we're the tourists." or, "Well sure they talk to us like that. Levi's hot.".

However. Last night we went to Lowes [an extremely common occurrence, like, we're there at least three nights on a slow week]. When we walked in, the lady cashier - Susan - rushed over and said hi. She asked us what we were working on this week and immediately called the specialist in the area we needed. At which point Jeremy came over and said hey. He talked to us about his pool business as we walked back to the bricks with him. After we got the bricks loaded RJ walked out and joked with us about how low the truck was riding. He said he'd be in in a minute to help us with our paint - per usual. When it was time to check out, Joe was ready and waiting with the last four digits of Levi's card already punched in. He said hi and talked about how busy the night was.

Confession: I think we might be THE COUPLE.

I'd like to take a moment to publicly apologize to those of the human race who find this behavior disgusting, rude, arrogant or vile. I know there is many a person out there who thinks this blissful state of mind that us labeled as "the couple" reach is nothing but a lie. I know the majority of people in this world find that love is all a big joke and that faking it and living that unhappy journey is the only possible way. To you, I sincerely apologize and do truly promise that as soon as I find this smile on my face being forced in any way, by even one muscle, I will join you in the gall of bitterness and submit my life to false joys and masked action. [I don't have a bible next to me but I raised my right hand when I said that. Will that suffice?]

However. I would also like to take a moment to publicly dispute all charges pressed against me and directly submit all blame to the second name in this case of geez-those-people-are-so-happy-they-make-me-want-to-puke-a-little-bit: LEVI ROBERTS. If he didn't always ask me how my day was like he really wanted to know. If he wasn't constantly taking the time to tell me what he appreciated about me. If he didn't over and over make certain that I and the rest of the world knew that I was his and only his for the rest of time. If he wasn't so amazing at listening to everything I had to say and truly responding. If he would just stop making such a point of loving us growing together, and independently. If he just wasn't so perfectly my second half.

I promise, I'd be able to wipe this smile off my face a LOT more often.

Today I got to come home to [like any of us didn't see this one coming...] him cutting brick in the garage and handing me a sand paper block to start readying the patio for brick laying! It's a charmed life, this being in love stuff! My phone rang three times today [Which is a record! I don't even remember the last time it rang once!]. I talked to my grandma, Levi's sister Lindsey, and some lady looking for Giselle. [Hey, it's better than nothing!] You already know what Levi did all day. While he finished up some bricking, I went and got us Costa Vida where our friend Louis informed me that we are now only allowed our burrito on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays when he's working. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we're supposed to go see him at Zumies. [THE COUPLE alert. Told you so.]