The Artist and I had 4 glorious nights in a row of evening movie dates and good food at home. He is really busy for about half the week with class and stuff, and then the weekends are filled with painting and doing other related things, and we also do our errands and shopping, and fitting in something fun together. Evening 1 consisted of Halloween and Halloween II with candy, chips, and chocolate. Evening 2 consisted of National Treasure and homemade chicken wings with raw veggies. Evening 3 consisted of National Treasure 2 and homemade thin crust pizza and a side salad. And evening 4, consisted of baked chicken and orzo with mediterranean inspired flavours, and a side salad, while watching The Office, an episode we were craving to see. We snuggled under a big comforter on the couch and only had our side table lamp on- which gives the best soft lighting. Perfect for together time.
The Artist and I were in the kitchen together making these meals, which is one of my favourite things to do together. Seriously. Cooking together brings out really great quality time together, great conversation, jokes, giggling; the works. And the Artist is such an amazing cook, and we both love eating delicious food, see how it is just perfect? We also have great heart-to-hearts when dining in at a fast food place like McDonald’s, and end up sitting there talking for an hour. Or right before we go to sleep, while laying bed, or while we are getting ready to go somewhere. The Artist has a really absurd sense of humour, as do I, and a lot of people don’t always get his jokes or antics.
The Artist: (after saying something crazy about having chicken bits all over his hands) See, you get my jokes.
Me: Not only do I get them…
The Artist: (excitedly interrupting) Not only do you get them, you do them too!
Me: (smiling) I know, I love it. Not only do I get your jokes, I love them. I yearn for them. If we haven’t seen or talked to one another all day, especially since we don’t have cell phones, I find myself craving some Artist-style jokes, humour, gestures, and general silliness.
We get one another. Like crazy. I have never felt so understood by someone else before. And it was the Artist who helped me find the words for that, he is amazing with words. He told me that he has never be able to be himself so much until he met me, that I allow him to be him. That we bring out the most potential in one another. And that I bring out the best version of himself. I had been feeling this way, but couldn’t put it into words. He nailed it. As always. He is so good with words, in every sense. He is poetic in every aspect of his life. He can articulate things like you wouldn’t believe. His vocabulary will blown your mind. He loves to read poetry and finds it amusing- seeing the humour in words. He then uses that an ammunition for his own word humour, fuelling his crazy sense of humour. I use word humour as well, the Artist brings it out in me. And sometimes I let little things slip when I am out or talking with someone else, forgetting that is the incorrect way of saying something and that it is not just me and the Artist being goofy at home.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I love life.
Happiness is contagious.