Rebuilding Rob

She’s an Extraordinary girl In an ordinary world”   – Green Day.

Sorry.  American Idiot  has been on my mind ever since The Auteur & I saw the musical.

This past Friday, I had the absolute best Valentine’s Day ever with the woman I love.

In case I haven’t said it on this blog before, I’ll say it now:  I love and I’m in love with The Auteur.

Simply stated:  she’s amazing.  We both have the exact same idea of what love is and what love should be (that I know, I’ve said on this blog before)  We have each other’s backs.  When the going gets tough for me, I know I can always look to my side and she will be right there by my side in the proverbial trenches.

She’s beautiful.  She’s got an absolutely infectious personality.  She’s an incredibly loving, caring, giving person; and yet, she does not take any crap from anyone.  I see what a great kid 1B is and that tells me what a great mother The Auteur  is, and the kind of mother she will be again.  She’s girly – and I mean that in the most flattering way possible.  I want to spoil her rotten.  I want to treat her like a queen.  I want to give her everything she has ever wanted in this world because she deserves it, and she appreciates everything I do for her.

Oh yeah, and somehow she thinks I’m a pretty good guy, so that helps.

Anyway, we enjoyed  our first Valentine’s Day at home.  I had gotten her a few gifts before the big day – in the spirit of our mutual knack for preemptive strikes.  The Auteur returned in kind with a very romantic candlelit dinner.  She pulled all the stops:  a full dinner, desserts, champagne, rose petals.  She set a high bar for creativity, thoughtfulness and romance.  I’ll need to top this in the future, or at least match it.  To that I say “Challenge accepted”.

People like to say that “it’s not about the amount of money you spend, it’s the thought that counts”.  Never has this expression rang more true to me than on Valentine’s Night 2014.  Make no mistake:  The Auteur spent some money on all of this; but it was the thought that went into it all that truly mattered.  It was everything I ever wanted in a Valentine’s Day.

Wow, I think it’s fair to say that The Auteur swept me off of my feet.

In the past I’ve had my insecurities about The Auteur.  I’ve wondered when she would get sick of me – sick of my idiosyncrasies.  I wondered when the novelty of “us” would wear off.  Somehow, it all occurred to me Friday night just how much The Auteur truly loves me.  I know I’ve thought it before, but I don’t if I written this before:  I’m not afraid of the future anymore.  On the contrary, I’m absolutely psyched for it.  I know the life that I want.  I know who I want to spend it with; and to paraphrase Billy Crystal in When Harry Met Sally… I want it to begin as soon as possible.

Of course, there are still loose send for both of us to tie up with our exes.    My lawyer’s untimely passing has me asking more questions about my divorce than before.  And there’s the matter of Jabba telling me about The Kid seeing a counselor, but I’ll talk more about that in my next entry…