Saturday, October 24, 2009

"I'm the Hitler of romance!" --Jacob Chapman

One day, a month or so ago, Jacob and I were over at our friends' Carrie and Scott's. As Jacob sat on the floor in his jeans and button-up blue shirt, glasses unable to hide gorgeous hazel eyes, playing the electric guitar and singing to himself, Carrie looked at him and said, "Three months ago, if you could have drawn a picture of Liz's Ideal Man, it would have been that, right there." And it's true. There are moments of pure disbelief at times, when I can't believe we're actually together. So I thought I'd tell him, and all of you, about it, although some of these things may sound cryptic.

Dear Jacob,

I'm so thrilled to be dating you. The last two months have been incandescently wonderful. Here are only a few of the reasons why:

1. Reading "Peter Pan" out loud to one another.
2. Pearl Jam concert.
3. Long talks on the couch on the front porch.
4. The elevator in the library.
5. Trips to Broulims and Walmart together.
6. Beautiful movies.
7. The lounge at Birch Plaza.
8. A mutual obsession with pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
9. Stories about wasps' nests.
10. Sweater vests.
11. Opening the car door for me.
12. One eyebrow raised.
13. "Feverstone" shows.
14. Comic Frenzy rehearsals.
15. Bollywood films.
16. Stargazing in the middle of farm-fields in front of the temple.
17. Trips to Yellowstone, and the Playmill.
18. A shared love of poetry, literature, and theatre.
19. You wearing a "cape."
20. Love of Britain.
21. Sincere, conversational prayers.
22. Your brown sweater.
23. Your gentle, tender hands.
24. Your delicious smell.
25. Your faith and worthiness.

Thank you for making the last two months so wonderful. I raise my glass to you, my love! How I ever got to be this blessed/lucky, I'll never know.

With adoration,


Liz-a-nator said...

Thank you.


Kathleen said...

Oh Liz, there's nothing cryptic about the elevator comment! hee. hee. hee.

I love you, and I agree with Carrie. I'm so glad you're happy and I think you deserve every bit of it, and every bit that comes after.

Liz-a-nator said...

You're welcome, self.

I'm pretty sure that was Jacob commenting on my computer, into which I was still signed.

And thanks, Kathleen.

PS: This is really Liz.