My boyfrind (G) turned 28 today. It is crazy to think that when we started dating I was 18 and he was just 21. Now I am 25 and he is 28! I do not feel old at all, but boy am I ready to marry this man. He shows me so much love everyday and I could not be happier with our relationship. Unfortunately, we both come from broken homes which is something that we are not happy about, but has taught us both so many lessons about marriage, and how to do it right. That is why we have waited so long, but I finally feel ready and I think he does to. So hopefully soon I can start actuley booking things for the wedding I am already planning in my head!
To celebrate G's birthday we went and had dinner at his favorite Italian restaraunt and then went downtown with a couple friends for drinks. It was great to see some old friends I had not seen in a while. We went to 3 different places over the course of the night and had a great time. My friend CH introduced us to his girlfrind who just moved here from Chicago. She is just a doll and I loved visiting with her. I hope I can see more of her and CH in the near future. I think I will invite them for brunch in a couple weeks. (the next 2 weekends are filled with a friends wedding, my mother coming in from Chicago and my Grandparents 50th Anniversary Party). I also ran in to 2 old high school friends that I have not seen in years. I love that I live in a relativly large city but have lived all over it for 10 years. I have lived North, South and Downtown, so any given night I can go out and run into random people from different places in my life.
On a sadder note, my dad's dad (Gramps) was diagnosed with lung cancer just 2 weeks ago. He has his first round of chemo last week but it was just to buy him a little more time (my Dad did not let on to the severety of this but he told my mom who let me know). Gramps never smoked a day in his life which just scares me so badly. Cancer is such a terrible disease that unfortunatly we all deal with in some way or fashion at some point in our lives. I was still in denial about the seriousness of his condition until my mom called yesterday and offered to take me out to West Texas to visit him as soon as she gets here on Monday. (My mom is flying to Texas from Chicago on Thursday and will be in Houston for my stepsisters confirmation all weekend and then is driving to Austin on Monday.) At first I told her I did not want to go because we have alot to do here before the party and it is a 4 hour drive from here to San Angelo (after she is already driving 2.5 hours from Houston), but as soon as I hung up the phone it hit me...if she is offering to do this, it must be really bad. So I talked to G and he told me about when his grandmother was sick and how important it was that he got to see her before she passed. So I am going to see Gramps for what might be the last time. I have not lost a grandparent yet and do not really know how to deal with it. I dont know what to say to my Grandma and especially to him. Of course it comforts me to know that no matter what happens, the Good Lord is there. He is there for Gramps and he is there for our family as we move forward.