“DONE!” I snatched my purse, turned off my computer, and took a final glance at the items on my desk. It was late for a Friday, but I was saying goodbye to this place for a solid nine days. I had to make sure I dotted all my “I’s” and crossed my “T’s” before setting my out-of-office and beginning my staycation. Bliss.
I had enough time that evening to finish some blog-related things, prepare for the launch of Studio30 Plus, make dinner, clean up, and pack before Bryan greeted me at the door.
“Well, hello there, sexy,” I managed to blurt out before he reached for my waist and kissed me in the door frame. It had been entirely too long since our last rendezvous. Our opposing schedules completely suck sometimes. “I’ve missed you,” I cooed into his ear. I poured him a drink and made my way into the bedroom to finish my packing. “What’s the weather supposed to be like tomorrow?”
But I held onto hope that it wouldn’t be so bad.
Saturday morning came and held with it the promise of a day overcast and chilly but light on rain. This I could deal with. Our drive was minimal and we had a few stops to make along the way. I played DJ and thought about how necessary a trip away from Hoboken was for us both.
“It’s okay, Charlotte. I know this is one of your tests,” he smiled.
WHAT? No way! Where did that come from?
But maybe it was.
I wanted to know how we would get along on our first trip outside of Hoboken city limits. What if we suck as travel companions? What if he packs more than I do? What if we get tired of one another? All questions that had foolishly raced through my head the moment he said he wanted to take me away for my birthday.
We reached the vineyard for an afternoon of wine tasting. Bryan had a plan. An itinerary. Though it wasn’t set in stone because we’re both relatively lax when it comes to these things, I had to hand it to him… he booked a beautiful and romantic bed-and-breakfast and knew of a good vineyard to take me to. We sampled wines, dessert wines, bourbon, and I tried some sangria. We shared a delicious portabello mushroom sandwich, made eyes, and listened to the folk musicians who played to a small crowd of local and out-of-town happy drunks.
I didn’t hesitate when he invited me to meet his family on Easter. He’s coming with me today to sit at his very first Passover seder, so I felt it was only fair… and I was excited about the opportunity to see where he comes from. He’s had ample time with my family over the past six months and everyone likes his company. There’s no reason to think his family won’t take to me, too.
We returned back to my apartment Sunday afternoon after some errands, settled in to watch Celebrity Apprentice, and ordered takeout.
That evening, still drunk with happiness and leftover wine, I was finally able to say what had been on the tip of my tongue for quite sometime. But I said it with absolute certainty, deliberately dropping the “when I’m ready” part I couldn’t help but slip in any time the topic had come up in conversation.
“I’d like you to move in with me.”