This amazing man amazes me every day. I hate to be redundant but dammit I’m lucky… and even better than that? I appreciate every delightful detail of his perfection.

I was up ridiculously late Friday night, dealing with a drama king and his jealousy issues. I had to work all night so I was none too thrilled with the brief three hours of sleep I got.

But… I knew my sweetheart was coming in to work when I got off, and that makes for a good day, every time.

We were insanely busy all night, and if it’s one thing you get good at after a few blindly busy rush shifts, it’s making martinis. I’m a martini making machine at this point, hell I even made a few mystery concoctions last night that everybody loved. I absolutely love my job, I love the people I work with & for and I look forward to going to work. What a difference a new job makes… especially when it includes being appreciated and treated like a valuable member of the team instead of disposable. Slowly but surely my favorite customers have wandered in, and it always makes you feel good to see their faces light up when they see mine. I’ve learned a lot about being appreciated in the last few months, and I highly prefer it to being treated like I’m incidental.

But when my Superman walks in? The clouds part, the fog lifts and angels sing. I blush to my toes and I pinch myself a little while he asks our sweet hostess to sit him in my section. I’m finishing up and he insists on waiting to eat with me.

His food sits in front of him forever… and I urge him to eat… but he wont.

S- Beautiful, I’m waiting for you. I don’t mind waiting.

King Sushi is standing behind the sushi bar and smiles at me.

KS- He’s nice, polite and he fishes? He’s a keeper.

J- You’re late in the game, I know this.

Blush… this man makes me so thankful he turns me into a teenager… He waited for another 20 minutes at least while I got the rest of my stuff done and finally joined him. Sitting down to eat dinner and join him for a cocktail, my exhaustion hits me straight between the eyes. I don’t have the energy to chew. I’m so tired I want to wrap it all up and go home to the sanctuary that is my bed + Superman.

S- Are you ok baby? I’m sorry you’re so tired. Let’s go home… but I guess I can’t call it home, yet.

Hear that? Commitment in words. Intention, spoken. The man with a plan… and all mine. <swoon>

I introduce him to my friends, and they are genuinely sweet and happy for me. He’s the best… and they’re happy he’s a part of my life after seeing me go through hell in the last year. He’s friendly and likeable… I’m twice as delighted as I am tired.

I bring him his check and he tips me 100% of the total. I go back out and hand it to him.

J- You cannot buy me dinner and tip me on it, let alone 100%.

S- I can, and I will.

I don’t even know what to say. I take it to Miss Faith and ask her.

J- What on earth do you do? What do you say to that?

F- Thank you.

I close out and we leave… coming home to dogs that have been kenneled all day and dishes that have been soaking in the sink for three. I’m burned out exhausted and dropping clothes at the door. He whistles… and I apologize for putting my favorite sweats on.

S- Whatever makes you feel comfortable, hand me your favorite lotion and let me rub your feet.

Yeah… he’s that amazing. He rubbed my feet for an hour and I warned him ahead of time.

J- I’m gonna drop an arsenal of L bombs while you’re rubbing my feet. They hurt like hell, thank you baby-

S- I’ll rub them every night when you get home from work, you’ve been on them all night and you’re tired. Stop thanking me, it’s my job to make you happy.

Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.

This man satisfies every single cell in my body. He’s emotionally honest and up front. He compliments me in front of my mama and treats my daughter like a princess.

I’m gonna marry the hell out of him and skip my way down the aisle… just watch.

Coming home after a long day is wonderful. I love my house, and I love my garden… but when he wraps his arms around me after a long day?

I’m really and truly home.

♥

He’s my date for the wedding of my best friends. He’s driving my mama, my babygirl & I. He brought two shirts for me to pick between and he’s <gasp> wearing a tie.

Thank you God. Thank you sweet baby Jesus and the blessed virgin. I prayed for this man and I am so thankful for him.

Ladies and gentleman… he does exist… and I’m gonna keep him for as long as he’ll let me.