Allison and I were able to spend most of this past weekend together. It was good. Most importantly, we were able to spend Sabbath together. The past few weeeks have been a blur. We have been busy at work. Our limited time together has often been spent trying to plan or organize or make visits for the upcoming wedding.
We spent our Saturday together. Just the two of us. In the morning we went to church. After grabbing a bite to eat we headed off to the park to enjoy some peace and quiet in this Southern California winter weather. We brought along a blanket and spent the afternoon talking. Talking about random little nothings. Talking about nothing really serious. But enjoying every single minute of it. It was nice to be able to spend some time together where we weren’t in a rush or trying to meet a planning deadline.
I think my biggest love language is time. And Allison has learned that quickly. So she tries to meet me where I am. I am thankful for that. I probably need to do a better job of meeting her with her love language. Maybe this will be my own personal game for the upcoming year.
After sunset, we went to Rancho Cucamonga. This is a city about 15-25 minutes away that has been growing rapidly in the last decade. Off one exit there is a Living Spaces, MOR Furniture, and a third warehouse furniture store. We ended up walking through all three of those stores and made purchases at two. We got some office furniture for the home office. We also got a bedroom set. The most fun part of the night was watching how excited and happy Allison was to be turning the house into a home.
I was perfeclty alright with sleeping on a mattress atop a boxspring and frame. But a woman moves in and she wants to nest — she wants a bedroom set. Who am I to argue with that? Everyone keeps telling me to make sure to have a happy wife. I acquiesced.
On Monday afternoon our new office furniture showed up. Last night the bedroom set arrived. I quickly snapped pictures and sent them to Allison (who was at work). And, though she was excited, I could tell she was also a bit sad. She won’t start moving in until next week. In the meantime, she gets to listen to me talk about how wonderful the new furniture is.
It is strange watching the house I have lived in for over a year start to transform. I guess a woman does that. And I’m not going to complain.
