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It's been a hot bunch of days around here, for certain. I was hoping to make it home yesterday before him but he was already there. As I walked in the back door with two arms full of groceries he met me in the kitchen. I set them down and he gave me a hug and a kiss and went to get the rest of the things from my Jeep.

This time he walked through the door and sent the things down and took a hold of my hand and I turned to hug and kiss him. I put my arms around his neck and the back of his head and I just looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back and told me how much he loved my freckles... I smiled and I thanked him. I am done complaining about them. If he likes them, I guess that's a good thing.

We talk more and more about weddings and marriage these days, in general, and to each other. This makes me happy, and all together excited. He is the type of person who can take marriage or leave it. I am quite the opposite.

The funny thing is, he talks more about wedding than I do. They different types and places. He has never been married, but I have. I really don't care for some hugs wedding. It could be he and I and the preacher and I would be happy.

We were watching Bridezillas and in disbelief over the behavior of these women, and giving our opinions to one another over the different dresses and venues, etc.

I told him I didn't really care to spend so much money on all of these things. He asked me if eloping would be fine with me, if Las Vegas would be fine. Absolutely. My sister can't wait for me to marry this man and she wants to do this and that..... Don't know about all of that, sister.