ok, just like my hip friend lizzie, who i look up to and admire as someone i want to be like when i grow up (graduating with her masters in journalism and creative writing from NYU pretty soon... sounds like my dream life. and she's a mom too and she's just cool), I TOO HAVE MY OWN VAMPIRE LOVE.
except for, unlike her, i am nerdy enough to not only have read all four twilight books, and not only have loved every page of each of them, but i am the proud ticket holder of the MIDNIGHT SHOWING OF THE MOVIE this thursday night... yes, me, the 13 year olds, and all the other moms (i can give you names, i'm not alone here). it's lame, and oh-so-fun. when was the last time you were swept away in your very own fantasy?
but back to how i am kind of like my cool friend lizzie.
i am lucky. i live with and love my very own edward cullen (the dreamy lead male character in the novel you have no doubt heard a bunch of desperate housewives sickeningly pine over... i'm kinda one of those too. i'll admit it.) think about it. he's pale, he's dark, he's sensitive, he's musical, he's cool, he's thoughtful, he's perfect... for me that is! and look at those eyes: he's gonna kill me for this since he hates attention, but this is my blog and i'm telling my story and here it is. i married my dream man and while i am reading an impossibly mushy love/adventure story it doesn't hurt that he not only resembles the character but frequently acts like him too.
last night i was staying up late billing and i was cranky because staying up late made me feel nauseous. pregnant women have to be careful of these sorts of things. so i worked until i couldnt stand it anymore and then brushed my teeth and stumbled over to our room. this was all a little after 1 AM. i opened my bedroom door and was immediately hit by the thick dreamy air, the noise of the fan and the pitch dark that my eyes hadn't adjusted to yet. so of course, i immediately tripped over whatever was right next to the door and thomas bolted up from his sleep and said with a very half asleep and concerned voice, "are you ok??" "yeah, just tripping over something in the dark," i said in an irritated voice as i wobbled over to the bed and he lifted the covers for me to climb in. it's warm in there and my legs and feet are cold. (and in this way he is nothing like stone cold edward luckily) so i put my icy feet up against his warm legs and feet and he rubbed them in his sleep and his hand finds mine and holds it next to his face.
i am not irritated anymore in this warm cocoon.
"love you," i apologize. "love you too," he whispers in his sleep. we happily drift off to dreamland. :)
today i am thankful that i have my own edward. what a dream.