Lovin' Me Some Reuben

     You know what? I'm pretty easy to swoon. Yeppers, it takes very little effort to knock me off of my feet; you pretty much have to give me one tiny push, and I've fallen like "and I can't get up" commercial victim. Nah, really, one word: Kit-Kat. If my husband brings me a Kit-Kat, I turn into melted butter. I know we're not the only ones, but I don't know of another couple outside of Reuben and me that actually got Kit-Kats for a wedding present--thanks, Aunt Judy. Anyway, I'm not one of those girls that needs to be bombarded with flowers, purses, chariots, or diamonds. Okay, diamond(s) I'll take, greedily, but all the other stuff is for the self-indulgent oh-look-at-me birds. And luckily, my husband knows this about me. Do you know what he bought me that got me tickled-to-heavens excited? These:

Yep, Mens Hanes Wide Leg Sweatpants. I literally just moved my computer to take this picture. You're witnessing my actual current state and what I wore to work today. I kid you not. I love these! This goes to show you what kind of girl I am--simply happy--and I attest it all to my wonderful husband.
     Ladies, I think we rely on the husbands a little too much when it comes to igniting the romance flame. I mean, c'mon, I know life is sweet while rolling around in my yoga pants sans makeup and bra, reading my Kindle, and stinking the house up with steamed broccoli, why wouldn't my husband want to throw himself at that pretty little scene? But we need to bra-up and treat our man every once in a while. March 12, 2013, was our WE'RE ENGAGED anniversary, and even though I can be won over by sweatpants, I don't assume the same to be true for my husband. So, bra-up I did for this special night.

     This is what Reuben came home to last Tuesday:

This is what he saw when getting off of the elevator, walking to our apartment.

This is a self portrait I created of my happiness when he popped the question at the beach. What he noticed is that turned him from a man to a question poppin' chair.

He has a slight "that's what she said" obsession. Well played, Abigail, well played.

He was absolutely smitten right off the bat. He was ready to run in to take me in his arms, but...

...he was greeted with door paper fringies!!!

We usually have a huge Alabama A right here, but it's only okay to move it when such a spectacular piece of art is made and displayed.

"Abigail, oh Abigail..." where could she be??? As he walks past this amazingness to find my awesomeness, he sees...

...the latest thing I learned on Pinterest.

And the "where is Abigail" mystery is solved!! (I just realized Seyo is in the picture!! She's so cute, lovin' up on that wall)

I had to plan it out perfectly so that I would be waiting in the car. Thanks to my girl, Jess, I was able to hide out in her apartment until I knew for sure that he was out of the parking garage. We had a great date night on a Tuesday. We walked around Uijeongbu, ate at Durga (incredible Indian food), and recounted all our steps that got us where we are today.
     The second best part about that night was that Reuben got to be the passenger in the scheme that I created. For once, he didn't have to plan something or make all the decisions, and he was so grateful for it. The number one best part about that night was when we came home, pulled on our Hanes Sweatpants (yes, he bought himself a pair as well), and talked/laughed ourselves to sleep. Although I did this for him, I got to benefit from seeing my husband get a glimpse of how much I love him, adore us, and value what we have together.
     I'm sharing this not to get awesome wife points, woot woot, or anything like that, but to express the importance of shared affection. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't communicate not only our love, but our appreciation for each other. I appreciate the fact that Reuben proposed because with out that we wouldn't have this, and I showed him by showering him with butcher paper gratitude. I like to revert back to flirtatious high school antics; it keeps us young.
      I've been thinking for ten minutes how to wrap this up with something sweet and funny. I've got nothing but a belly full of meatloaf and a brain full of tired. With that being said, goodnight, y'all.