So, things with Jon have gotten so much better. For the first time since very young childhood, I've been generally feeling happy, and like things are improving. And as 'bah humbug' as I am about Christmas, I've reached the reasonable conclusion that the holiday spirit has gotten to me.
This weekend, Jon and I had a little adventure in the woods. We were searching for a tree for my front yard - he brought a saw, and we drove out towards Jewel Basin into pure wilderness. It was twilight by the time we got there, so we didn't have a lot of time, but we found a fairly good looking tree within the first half hour and eventually came back to that one after the sun began to set.
It probably took us a good forty-five minutes to cut the damn thing down; it was so cold that he couldn't hold onto the saw. Meanwhile I nearly poked both my eyes out whilst trying to push the tree over. Yeah, I'm a bit primitive. Don't laugh. =P
So we finally floored the damn thing, and drug it at least a mile to his truck. My hands were frozen so he had to open the door for me. And then he did the sweetest thing ever. Jon pulled a thermas from under his seat and a couple mugs. He proceeded to make us each a glass of hot chocolate, and I nearly cried because it was so fucking sweet. I can't handle sappiness. I started to laugh so I wouldn't cry. It was the strangest kind of happiness I've ever felt. It was so intense, I was so happy that I was sad.
It was intense. I can't even handle it. Every time I think about it, I get butterflies in my stomach. Aw wow. He's so romantic. He always does cute little things like that that make me want to cry. Le sigh. Sorry about my sappy entry. Hope you didn't barf too much. ^_^