That was one of the best weekends I've had in the entirety of my life.

Not because I did anything extraordinary or went anywhere marvelous.

It was incredible because I got to spend every waking second with Chris. It was incredible because he makes me blissfully happy and {somehow} accepts me for me, and loves me at the same time. It was incredible because I'm totally in love with the kid.

Haha, in fact I don't even know if I could tell you exactly what we did do. Mmm.. cuddled. That's on there. Kissing for sure {coulda guessed though, right?}. Oh, we went to Goldies and Julianos and Big Chiney! Old Couv classics. And we saw Iron Man 3 and Star Trek. And we walked around/toured downtown Vancouver and Portland. And we took walks. And played with the kids. And we made food {he made food}. And we laughed. And we laughed some more. And we laughed a lot.
One of my favorite parts of the trip was Sunday night when I decided I simply didn't want to go to sleep without him so we put our heads in the middle of the L-shaped couch and each took one side. We fell asleep holding hands. And when we woke up in the morning, there we were. Saying goodnight is so much easier than saying goodbye. It was a lovely goodnight, I assure you.

Everyone has been dropping {not-always-so-subtle} hints about marriage though. And it is grating on my nerves. For the record, I've thought about it. Of course. And it's not an awful thought. I'm fairly fond of that daydream. But we've been together.. a little more than a month and a half. It's overwhelming me. All of my family and all of his family and my  friends from church and acquaintances at the grocery store and my next door neighbors uncles dog asking about what they appear to think is my inevitable fate intertwined with Chris's is freaking me out. I'm 19. I'm not ready for a signature in blood like that. The more I think about it the more I want to run from it. I'm going to be Merida from Disney's Brave. Excuse me, while I rebel against tradition to go climb a waterfall and shoot some arrows.