Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Bradford is the sweetest thing ever. As he was driving me to his house this morning so I could borrow his car for work, the whole way I was groaning about how much I did not want to go into work today, and how great it would be if I could just stay home all day. I even voiced some of the more extravagant excuses I dreamed of calling in to my boss. Bradford, of course, was understanding and empathetic and everything that my ridiculous mood needed. When we got to his house he said to me, "You'll feel better once you get to work. I promise. Just get there and the day won't seem so bad." He seemed so convinced that I couldn't help but believe him. And what do you know? When I walked into the office and noticed that my computer was blocked by a bursting bouquet of beautiful spring flowers, I couldn't help but smile and think that I was the luckiest girl. Today WILL be a good day. Bradford made sure of it.