Words can not begin to explain the time I had the past week of my life. I've started this post a thousand times, but I can't seem to put down my words the way I want them to. I can't explain how much gratitude I have toward Taylor's mom and dad for putting up with me for a whole week. I don't know how to put that meeting his friends and seeing his school, church, town, etc., was so surreal. I can't quite elaborate just right that Taylor is quite possibly the greatest boyfriend of all time and I've never been so happy in my life.
Instead of going detail by boring detail of our every day, I'm just going to name my favorite moments of this past week:
-Saying meeting his mom was one of the scariest moments of my life is an understatement. On my first day, Taylor and his mom picked me up from the airport and we went to lunch. She asked questions about Louisiana and California and my family and other small talk while I sat across from her, next to Taylor. I answered all of her questions with a shaky voice, nervously holding Taylor's hand. She asked Taylor to go get us some napkins, and my heart dropped. I couldn't imagine what stupid things were going to spurt from my mouth once we were alone, even if only for a second. When he got up, she looked at me, smiled, and asked me, "Little nervous?" "Yes, ma'am," I responded. "Lotta nervous?" she retorted. "....Oh yes, ma'am."
From that moment, I felt comfortable. I don't really understand why at that moment, I stopped shaking so much and felt so much better. I suppose I felt like Mrs. Abby, even if she had never been in the same situation, was trying to understand what I was going through. She listened to me and her reactions to some of my stories were absolutely priceless. She made me feel so at home and at ease. I can honestly say that the entire week I stayed at their house, it was not awkward once. There was never a time where I felt like I was not trusted with Taylor. I was never their " family friend, Jessie." I was "Taylor's girlfriend, Jessie" I can't really describe why that meant so much to me. I felt so at home with the Andres family because of their warmth and kindness. I knew that whole week that they didn't have to let me go to Florida, which made me even more thankful. I'm so blessed that my boyfriend's family likes me. I wish I could explain how much of a burden is lifted now because of it.
-Now onto my boy. As odd as it sounds, I felt like I had all the time in the whole world with him. I mean, a week is an eternity to a couple who had only spent 18 hours together in the whole 2 and a half years of knowing each other. Just hugging him felt better to me because I knew we had a whole week to do it! We didn't take one second for granted. The first night I was there, I got to see Jake, the friend that introduced us, and his precious girlfriend, Kristen. Once again, I felt right at home that night as we went on a triple date with them and Taylor's parents. Sitting around the grill at a Japanese restaurant in Florida is where everything hit me. I had the prime viewing spot to see everyone and as I looked around it finally sunk it I was there. After years of waiting and praying it would happen, it finally did. Conversation was small because we were all stuffing our faces, but when someone did speak, it was sure to be hilarious. I loved those triple dates, as we had another one on my last night there to bowling. It was awesome being with people i felt so comfortable with.
And this moment is my absolute favorite:
- On my second day there, I offered to cook my mom's almost famous enchiladas for Taylor, his parents, and his adorable Aunt Teeny and Uncle Dave. I told them dinner was gonna be ready at 6:30, so Taylor brought me to the grocery store and we acted like such a married couple. We debated on which ground meat was the most inexpensive and he had to stop me from hyperventilating when they didn't have the right kind of enchilada sauce. After a trip to a different grocery store, we went to Jake's house for a bit before we had to come home and cook dinner.
We were running a little late when we got back to his house. I put all the ingredients out on the island in his kitchen, and started searching for the flour. I just assumed Mrs. Abby had flour, but he laughed saying his mom didn't really cook things with flour. Noticing it was almost 6 and dinner took almost an hour to make, I started spazzing out. Here comes the favorite moment: Taylor hugged me, real tight. Kissed me on the forehead and assured me with a laugh everything would be okay. He turned around, grabbed his keys, and he was off to the grocery store to buy me flour while I cooked as much as I could without it. I don't HAVE to mention the fact that he called me saying, "THERE ARE SO MANY DIFFERENT TYPES! WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!" but the story wouldn't be complete without it. The fact that he could calm me down and with barely any words, make me feel so much better was so awesome.
After dinner, his Aunt and mom forced me out of the kitchen because I had made such a big mess that I needed to clean it. They told me they would take care of it and me and Taylor went to the beach for the drum circle. Aka a bunch of hippies beating on whatever drum-like thing they could find. It. Was. Awesome. We sat outside the circle until the cops shut it down once it got too loud. We stopped for the first of a ridiculous amount of slurpees and we were back to his house. The second day, even though we really didn't do much, was my favorite day for a few reasons. It was my first full day there and I felt like we had all the time in the world. I felt so comfortable in my shorts in a t-shirt, no make-up, and flour all over my face. I wouldn't trade that Sunday for anything.
-On Wednesday, before we picked up his friends Cloie and Devonte for church, we went to the beach with our slurpees, umbrella, and beach chairs. This moment was my second favorite. We sat hand-in-hand watching the fattest little toddler stomp around in the sand, listening to the waves, and just talking. I think it's inevitable that once you've been with someone for a certain amount of time that you talk about the possibilities of a future with them. Taylor and I aren't as naive to think that things couldn't happen and us not end up together. We know nothing is set in stone, but to think about the chances of us being together some day are fun to think about. We talked about his plans for college and what he wants to do with his career and where he wants to live, and the same for me. It was nice sitting, holding his hand with my left and a slurpee in my right. It was enjoyable because, once again, it was comfortable. I could snort and not be embarrassed, or just say the dumbest things, and he would laugh, even if it was fake ;)
Then there are those awesome moments I won't go into detail about, because they speak for themselves:
-Girl time with a manicure and pedicure with Mrs. Abby
-Taylor giving me the best part of his last slice of pizza
-Night runs to 7/11
-Meeting his wonderful friends
-Lunches with his dad, listening to ridiculous amounts of sports talk
-Cuddling, movie watching, sitting in the middle seat of his care, etc.
-Us laying in his mom's bed before she went to sleep, just talking to her
The list goes on but I'll stop there, with the exception of once last story:
While we were on our way home from breakfast only hours before I left, Mrs. Abby tells me about how Taylor's older brother, Will, told his mom that if he had the option, he would come home for Thanksgiving over Christmas because their family Thanksgivings are so much fun. "I was thinking," she says, "California is an awfully long way to travel for a short amount of time. You should just come to Florida." I think I still have a bruise from how hard Taylor squeezed my hand. I'm already planning a trip in October for Taylor's homecoming, since the idea of him coming for mine is impossible because of his football schedule. BUT A FAMILY HOLIDAY!?!? It was so crazy.
Well, those few hours came and went, and before we knew it, it was time to get on the tram to take me to my gate. I bawled like a baby and when I looked over SO WAS MRS. ABBY. I was in. I knew it. As scared as I've been of her for the past few years, it was all okay! She actually liked me! I know this post should really be about Taylor, but the fact of the matter is that I already knew Taylor liked me! It was his mom I questioned! But, as much as I love her, I think I should close out this post talking about Taylor.
I never could have imagined that things would lead to this. Perfectly perfect perfection. I wouldn't change a thing about us. "WHAT?! NOT EVEN LOCATION?!" you ask. Nope, not even location. When I see Taylor the next time, whether it be in October or in another 2 years, I will never take our time together for granted like I could if we lived in the same place. I like how we are because there is no pressure and when we do see each other, it's nonstop for a long period of time. It's perfect for us. We appreciate each other. We don't take each other for granted. I'm such a blessed girl to have him and his awesome family. Once I got back to California, I told Taylor things seemed so weird. Like, I was missing part of my family. Not many people can take a complete stranger into their home and make them feel like part of their own. Being there was just perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. I'm so blessed.
Love & Creep,
Jess
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