20 November 2009
A Little Unproductive
So I'm not getting a lot accomplished at work today... but then again can you blame me with this sweet one asleep on my desk?
11 November 2009
Zeniff is the Coolest (updated)
So I made the mistake of leaving myself signed in to my blog while Zeniff was on the computer. The result? The first "Zeniff is the Coolest" post. Well he didn't write anything else so I thought I would just add too it a little. It's a little mushy though and kind of long...
But he is just the greatest. I love, LOVE spending time with him. He listens to me. He makes me laugh. He encourages me to try to new things.
He takes care of me. A few weeks ago I got sick at work. I called him and he dropped all of his plans and rushed over to see me. He made a bed on the floor for me and then when I started throwing up, he stood right by me and held my hair away from my face and rubbed my back. Then he got me soup, took me home, and read to me until I fell asleep.
He tells me that I'm beautiful. He encourages me to follow my dreams and reassures me that I can succeed. He loves to listen to me play the piano.
He is thoughtful. When I moved back to Utah from Boise, I found that during the move my ceramic piggy bank had broke into lots a tiny pieces. It didn't really hold a lot of sentimental value, but it was the only item that I still had from my childhood. No stuffed animals, blankets, or anything. He saw my disappointment when I opened the box and saw him in pieces, but I just handed it over to Zeniff and asked him to put outside in the trash. I pretty much forgot all about it. That was in October. That Christmas I opened my presents from Zeniff and in the last box was my piggy bank, pieced back together.
He endures my singing - and I think he even enjoys it a little. :) He lets me listen to Disco music on the radio even though I know he HATES it. He kisses my forehead when I'm sad.
He lets me fall asleep on his shoulder when we are watching movies and tries not to move a muscle as not to wake me... even though I'm sure his entire arm is numb and tingling. He doesn't even get grossed out if I happen to be REALLY tired and start to drool a little. :)
He takes pictures of us.
He asks the 'hard' questions and helps me to see other points of view. He kisses my cheek. He plays with my nieces and nephews and is soooo good with kids. He encourages me to be healthy. He helps me in the kitchen.
He doesn't take things to seriously and helps me to not be so stressed out.
He saves everything I have ever given him. For Valentine's day I gave him a box of candy and stuff and 220 little pieces of paper, each had a one characteristic I loved about him. He still has the box and every piece of paper.
I could keep going... but I think you probably get it now. Zeniff really is the greatest.
I love this picture of him too. I think he looks dreamy :)
But he is just the greatest. I love, LOVE spending time with him. He listens to me. He makes me laugh. He encourages me to try to new things.
He takes care of me. A few weeks ago I got sick at work. I called him and he dropped all of his plans and rushed over to see me. He made a bed on the floor for me and then when I started throwing up, he stood right by me and held my hair away from my face and rubbed my back. Then he got me soup, took me home, and read to me until I fell asleep.
He tells me that I'm beautiful. He encourages me to follow my dreams and reassures me that I can succeed. He loves to listen to me play the piano.
He is thoughtful. When I moved back to Utah from Boise, I found that during the move my ceramic piggy bank had broke into lots a tiny pieces. It didn't really hold a lot of sentimental value, but it was the only item that I still had from my childhood. No stuffed animals, blankets, or anything. He saw my disappointment when I opened the box and saw him in pieces, but I just handed it over to Zeniff and asked him to put outside in the trash. I pretty much forgot all about it. That was in October. That Christmas I opened my presents from Zeniff and in the last box was my piggy bank, pieced back together.
He endures my singing - and I think he even enjoys it a little. :) He lets me listen to Disco music on the radio even though I know he HATES it. He kisses my forehead when I'm sad.
He lets me fall asleep on his shoulder when we are watching movies and tries not to move a muscle as not to wake me... even though I'm sure his entire arm is numb and tingling. He doesn't even get grossed out if I happen to be REALLY tired and start to drool a little. :)
He takes pictures of us.
He asks the 'hard' questions and helps me to see other points of view. He kisses my cheek. He plays with my nieces and nephews and is soooo good with kids. He encourages me to be healthy. He helps me in the kitchen.
He doesn't take things to seriously and helps me to not be so stressed out.
He saves everything I have ever given him. For Valentine's day I gave him a box of candy and stuff and 220 little pieces of paper, each had a one characteristic I loved about him. He still has the box and every piece of paper.
I could keep going... but I think you probably get it now. Zeniff really is the greatest.
I love this picture of him too. I think he looks dreamy :)
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