I Feel Pretty, Oh So Pretty
Tuesday, Mar. 04, 2003, 1:54 p.m.

He's so cute. I really do love him. I was being a good house-wife-type person (should that be house-fiancé???) and went over to Anthony's last night to help him out. He was up until 11:30 last night doing homework... after spending pretty much all day Sunday after church on the same stuff. So I was doing some mundane things for him... like setting out clothes for him to wear today. (I think this is much worse than when the feminazis first took out a contract on me, so you'll have to keep quiet about this.) Anyway, I noticed him staring at me and started to get upset because I thought he didn't like the clothes I was getting. (I know, I know... talk about jumping to conclusions. I'm too self-conscious, I know!) I asked him why he was staring.

"You're so pretty!" He said it as if... as if it was something he'd always known but was just re-discovering.

Obviously, I just melted!

You know, it's little things like this that let me know that I've made the right choice in accepting his proposal. The big things, like Valentine's Day (which I still want to write about, even though it's three weeks, ooh, almost a month, later) are very nice, but... it's the little things that mean so much, that tell me that he loves me.

I feel special.

Oh, wait, better yet...I feel pretty, Oh so pretty...

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