Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wednesday Dozen

Wednesday is by far my favorite day of the week. Hands down. Not because it means the weekend is close since it's "hump day"... but because over a year ago Ordy Boy started a tradition- every single Wednesday (rain or shine, in town or not) I would receive flowers from him. No special occasion other than being Wednesday, and he loves me. I am obsessed with this tradition. I used to joke that he would forget, or get tired- but I will say it has been over 70 weeks and he is still continuing to carry on with the tradition. I am so blessed. I remember when he first started the Denver project I was at work and suddenly saw his best friend hand over the most beautiful bunch of Hydrangeas. I was so shocked to see him there- 30 minutes away from home! I couldn't believe Ordy asked his friend to do a favor like that-I figured guys were too tough to show their friends their sentimental side! I asked him why he got 3 separate bunches and he said he was told to get the very best one, but couldn't tell which one was 'the best' so Ordy made him get all the ones at the store... Yep, that's my boy. I don't deserve him. (I still have those same hydrangeas dried in my living room because something about that day meant a lot to me... the combination of being away and still getting them, sending his best friend so far out of his way to deliver them, even telling his best friend period about the tradition, and then to make sure I had the best... definitely worthy of keeping forever- well, as long as they will last at least!) After this continued throughout the summer last year, I started to feel guilty with the shipped flowers, and the random ways he would find people to get them to me- so I BEGGED him to compromise... I asked him to continue with Wednesday Dozens, only different- for "away" weeks when he's traveling to Denver, instead of finding a way to get me fresh flowers, to text a list of 12 things he loved about me. I have been getting those every travel week and I can tell you that they are just as good as fresh flowers if not better. I find myself smiling like a giddy school girl reading the long text thread. I bet he'd be so embarrassed how I'm going on about him! Oops... he'll get over it. :)

Wednesday Dozens are sweet things that make me feel- well, loved! Little things. Sweet things. Things that I never expected him to notice or say, but when he mentions it in a list of reasons why he loves me- I melt. Sometimes they're quirks I have and I get embarrassed and find myself talking to my phone, "No you do NOT love that about me!" and then I have to realize, yep... he does. Accept it! I'm so lucky to have found Ordy. Or did Ordy find me...? Who knows.

I wait for my Wednesday Dozen the moment I wake up- and I never go to bed without my list, even with the time change- he always manages to get it to me, even if he has to stop working. I mean, what girl WOULDN'T like a sweet reminder of things their bf's love about them? I'm so blessed that it's not JUST Wednesdays... Ordy compliments me all the time. I love that about him. I absolutely adore it. If he thinks it, he says it. When he says it, I swoon. Of course he doesn't know that-because usually my response is, "Oh be quiet, yeah right!!" as I roll my eyes... but deep down my heart does cartwheels and I smile like a fool.

I think every girl deserves an Ordy, and more importantly, should hold out for one... They do exist!

Another Sad Farewell

Ordy Boy left for Denver this morning- another 6 a.m. alarm going off. This sound isn’t annoying as it would be for some people, rather it is a sound that brings sadness- knowing I have to wake up only to have another week without him as he goes away for another week of work. Thankfully, this is going to be Ordy’s last week in Denver, after almost a year of traveling, the Denver project is wrapping up. Granted, there will be more cities and more projects, I’m just happy to know that I have a home week with him next week- those are rare.

I give Ordy a hard time when he’s here for the weekends. I poke fun that he never takes me anywhere like the movies or the mall like other couples, because when he gets to come home, his idea of a Saturday night is killing the weeds that have caught up while he was away… I can’t blame him- when he’s away from home the last thing he wants to do when he can be home is be away from home. I am so so proud of him. The sacrifices he makes: like the Saturdays he puts time in to work around the clock, the holidays he has his laptop near him, etc- it takes a lot of patience and responsibility. I am so proud to have someone like Ordy to show such amazing work ethic. I’ve never heard him complain or whine. He’s amazing. He wakes up happy and he goes to bed happy... I truly envy his contentment! I hope he knows I’m only teasing when I nag about little things like the movies- he takes good care of me and it’s because of the hard work he does. I’m so thankful for him!

As tough as work may be- the countless hours put in, the traveling from 6 am Monday until midnight Fri each week, the $50.00/week airport parking, the 4 nights a week in a hotel, 15 meals eating out… it pays off… In 2 short weeks, Ordy and Joon will be in the Grand Caymans enjoying life...

Oh, the memories...

I decided to start a personal blog… Not because I care to share my life with the entire world wide web- but because journals have become extinct and outdated. Gone are the days where I’d pour hours into my trusty journal… I’ll admit it, technology has made me lazy- I find my hand cramping as soon as the next sentence is formed and my thoughts begin to focus on my sloppy handwriting caused by the hand cramping and I start to forget what I originally intended to write about…

Also, gone are the days where I complain about strict parents, mean siblings, or school decisions. I will continue to discuss love- because what’s a journal without it? I like keeping up with stuff (even though at times I cringe when looking back old journals), ultimately I appreciate the memories. I relive the moments, whether joyous or not- and realize through the hard times, the present being the future- that there actually IS a light at the end of the tunnel! It would bring a smile to my face to realize how I used to think it was the end of the world and scribble in my journal how everything was falling apart- only to realize now that I couldn’t even remember what upset me so much had I not read about it as a reminder. Such petty things. Oh, the memories.