Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Enjoying the Little Things

There are so many updates and posts that I should fill my writing time for the day, posts that would make up for lack of posting over the last couple of weeks: wedding updates, job descriptions, too many freakishly trippy dreams to count, and even a scary story to throw in with the bunch. However, for right now, I want to stop and reflect on a little moment that happened not too long ago. When I think about this moment, I still smile and occasionally scare the unsuspecting passers-by on the sidewalk with a crazed outburst of laughter.

This is Why I am Marrying This Man

It had been a very boring day for me. I had the day off and nothing to do with my free time. Chance had been at work all day, and I was spending the day over at the apartment, trying to unpack some of the things that I wouldn't need over the next three months as I travel back and forth between my parent's place and work. I wasn't necessarily committed to this task because when Chance finally came home, he opened the door to about the same amount of unpacked boxes in the middle of the floor that had existed when he had left. Without saying anything about my lack of progress, he sat down on the couch and watched a couple episodes of Gilmore Girls with me. I was on Season 2 in my circulation of the show, so in the episode, Max Medina (for those of you who actually watch GG) is visiting Lorelai and Rory in Stars Hollow. In one scene, he surprises the girls with Ring Pops before they go into the movie. As soon as this happened on the show, Chance jumped off the couch and exclaimed--yes, he exclaimed-- "Oh YA, I have you a surprise!" Wondering what he could have possibly found for me as he was working at the job site (a fraternity house at GA Tech) all day long, I watched him search his bags. He ran back over to the couch with a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans! Does he know me, or does he know me? 

I was so excited that I opened them to share! I know what you are thinking: "You share? Right." Seriously, this just shows how elated I was over his surprise. Right before I picked out a flavor I wasn't scared of, Chance suggested a game. I'd pick out a candy for him to eat, one that he couldn't say no to and one I couldn't intentionally choose for the flavor, and then he would do the same for me. 

On the first taste, Chance ate a hot pink Candy floss (cotton candy) flavored bean. 
On mine? After plopping the cinnamon colored candy in my mouth, I imagine I had a very distraught and disgusted look on my face because Chance smiled and asked if it was that bad. After my response of "It tastes like dirt," he looked at the flavor key and lost it, and I mean lost it. It had been a serious minute since I had heard Chance laugh that hard. After coughing and spluttering through his laughing fit, he announced that I had eaten Earthworm.
At this point, I was determined to make sure he ate something gross. Alas, his next selection was Watermelon.
Don't worry, this turn was followed by my eating a Rotten Egg flavored bean. 
After lamenting on my rotten luck (See what I did there?), I started reading the variety of flavors on the back of the box out loud. I came across Soap, and Chance vehemently promised that he would be done with the game if that one was chosen for him. WHELP. On his next turn, a light blueish/white bean proved to be his downfall. He spit and cursed and gagged a bit as I doubled over laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe. As soon as I grabbed the candy out of the box, I knew it had been Soap. After his William Shatner-worthy overacting, he forced me to eat one more so that we each had 3 though, and wouldn't you know it? He sure "picked real good." My final selection? A Booger flavored bean was enough to make Chance crack up again and me almost gag. 
I really can't tell you the last time we had laughed that hard. As gross and odd as our little game was, I wouldn't have traded that moment for anything. 7 years later and he can still always make me smile (Even with a mouthful of Earthworm flavored candy in my mouth). 
He is such a gift, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with someone who knows the value of surprising me with nasty-flavored, Harry Potter-themed candy. 
That, ladies and gents, defines my Prince Charming.