Lauren Wakefield

Sundays around here are usually pretty routine.  We sleep in…go for breakfast.  Depending on the weather…maybe do something fun.  But once the afternoon rolls around one thing is always for sure…Gary has to do homework.  It’s just kind of known that Gary’s Sunday nights are spent in the office finishing up for the week.  Meanwhile I enjoy all my trashy TV shows on the couch.

Last Sunday, after much deliberation and online shopping…Gary was ready to go get his new grill I had given him for his birthday.  Well…I guess I didn’t really give it to him.  I more implied I would buy him one.  But whatever.  He was hesitant at first because he had so much homework…but finally gave in.  After perusing the aisles…he found the perfect one.   We loaded that baby up and strapped it the the top of the car.  Which gives me major anxiety but I handled it pretty well if I don’t say so myself.  When we got home…I was heading out to grab some ice cream with friends and Gary was very clear that he had to get right to work.  The grill was going to stay in the box until he was finished with his homework.

About an hour or two later I got back home after enjoying some goat cheese cashew caramel gelato.  Only to find Gary…sitting on the floor…up to his ears in grill parts.  Nowhere close to anything that resembled homework.  But very close to a bright and shiny new grill.

I guess we all have our priorities…right?

Last night we were sitting on the couch, catching up on some of our shows.  The windows were open and the cool breeze made it feel like summer.  We had just eaten dinner…shish kebabs and watermelon to be exact…so it truly felt like a summer night.  I thought about it in my head and then threw out the idea to walk up to our favorite ice cream spot and get a little late night treat.  I could see Gary’s eyes light up at the prospect of something peanut butter in his future.  The walk to Starfruit isn’t long…but it isn’t short either.  There we were…faced with this perfect evening for a late night walk.  Warm air…cool breeze…and ice cream.

Gary and I both kind of looked at each other waiting for the other one to break.  For one of us to say…maybe we should drive.  Because deep down…as nice as a walk sounded…neither of us were really feeling it.  But you know me…hopeless romantic…and walks are obviously romantic so I was trying to convince myself it would be amazing.  After a few minutes I started to give a little and then it was decided.  We were driving.

We pulled out of the garage and Gary rolled down all the windows.  He reached over and grabbed my hand and said…see, just like a walk.  Then proceeded to move his arms back and forth as if speed walking.

That Gar Bear…wouldn’t trade him for the world.