Our first Valentine's Day...

This post is a little late, but still worth sharing.
 Recently I was reminiscing about Bryan and my first Valentine's Day together.  It was my freshman year of college and we had been dating each other for about four months. He was the first guy I had ever really dated, so I was a little unsure what was expected of me for Valentine's Day and basically pretty awkward.
 Valentine's Day came and I hadn't done anything and really had no plans to do much of anything. Did  I mention I hadn't dated much?  My friends all told me I had to at least get him a card. So, I dragged my friend Erin with me to a local shop in Orange City. We were in front of the store window, with our backs to the parking lot, looking though cards. I was quickly rejecting most of the mushy Valentine cards she showed me and stressing out about what I was going to do.
 As we were looking at the cards, we heard a car horn honking over and over again. We ignored it for a while, but it kept going on...so we looked behind us and saw that there, in the flesh, was Bryan, my...whatever he was after four months of dating (our monthly DTR's hadn't defined us as boyfriend/girlfriend yet...even though we really were).
 Anyway, he waved and smiled. Now, most normal people would have waved back and continued looking at cards, not seeing this as weird, awkward or any sort of big deal.
  I, of course, freaked out thinking that  he knew I was looking for a card for him, grabbed my friend Erin and hit the floor. Literally, hit the deck...all the way on my stomach. I then had her follow me as I army-crawled to the back of the store and asked her in all seriousness, "Do you think he saw us?"
 Her response?
 "I am pretty sure he did, since he was the one honking at us..."
Busted.
 But, he shockingly didn't bring it up for a very long time...and when he did, he mocked me endlessly.

Our Love Language

  I have heard a lot about how the best way to show your spouse you love them is by speaking their "love language". There are five different love languages- physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service and gifts. I used to bug Bryan about how we needed to work at speaking to each other through these love languages more...but then I realized that we had our own love language- the love language of "pestering".
    Since both of us are the eldest child in our family, we got a lot of practice at pestering. We are so good at pushing each other's buttons that we know exactly what will annoy the other...or get a rise out of them. It is kind of our special thing.  Here are a few ways we pester show our love:

* When Bryan comes in with a clean load of laundry, he dumps it on my head.

* When Bryan is trying to sleep, I like to hold my hand right above his face, not quite touching it, but close enough that he knows it is there. It makes him so mad...it's awesome.

* Bryan purposely sings all the words wrong in songs to drive me nuts. This drives me nuts.

* One night Bryan was annoying me, so when he went to sleep, I took a couple pairs of his underwear and got them wet and put them in the freezer. This is a very mature approach to conflict-resolution.

* Bryan traps me in the "tent" (under the sheets) and laughs as I freak out because I can get a little claustrophobic.

* Whenever we are driving in the car or van, when he isn't looking, I turn his seat-warmer on so his butt will get really hot.

* Recently, I have really been pushing his buttons by spreading Cami's plastic princess plates and bowls out all over the cupboards, instead of in one nice stack in the same cupboard. Last night, when I went to bed, I laid down on my pillow and felt something hard. I looked inside my pillowcase and found a bunch of Cami's bowls and plates. Bryan found this really funny. I just brought them to the kitchen and spread them out all through the cupboards again. We'll see how long it takes for them to get back in my pillowcase.

We are in love...can you tell?