Once upon a time, I was a carefree girl, engaged to the love of my life, and I had no more responsibility than to get my oil changed occasionally. I was so anxious for that time of my life to be over - I was sick of being engaged and just wanted to get married and get on with my life. My, how foolish I was. I should have savored every minute of that blissfully romantic, happy period in life. Because it's gone forever.
One Saturday, Andrew was occupied with some ridiculous Air Force Academy thing, so I had the day by myself. Which NEVER happened - we spent every single minute together. Rather than sit alone sulking in my smoky-smelling, ghetto apartment, I went to Target. God's gift to retail. And I spent almost 5 hours there. I wandered up and down every single aisle, stopping to look at anything and everything that interested me. I tried on clothes, I looked at magazines, I picked out shoes and nail polish and jewelry, I took mental notes of how to decorate my future home...I did whatever I wanted. And it was one of the funnest things I've ever done by myself. (Gosh, that probably reveals alot about my personality...) I loved every minute of it. I didn't get bored, I didn't look at the clock, and I didn't wish I could leave. It was amazing.
These thoughts were brought sharply to my mind today after a trip to Target. You know how much I ADORE that store. It is a gift from heaven, and the only thing stopping me from moving in there and devoting every penny of Andrew's paycheck to the abundance of merchandise in there is Andrew himself. So I don't know why he thought it would be a good idea to take me there today to look at curtain rods. After all, it's coming up on Halloween: the beginning of the holiday season. And if you know me, you know I am OBSESSED with the last couple months of the year that contain all these fun celebrations. I start listening to Christmas music in October (yes, I am one of those people...don't hate on me), I make fun crafts, I bake yummy food...I do it all. And I love it. And Target has everything I could want or need (mostly want) - especially for the holidays. The Halloween decorations, the fall stuff...it's to die for. Andrew told me after we left (in a hurry, because Eva started freaking out and it was lunch time) that he felt like he was chasing after three kids. Rude.
My Target time has gone from stress-free and relaxed to stressful and hurried. And since this is the first time we've lived anywhere near a Target since we got married, that makes me very sad. Maybe one day, when I'm in a walker and can't see anymore, I will once again be able to spend 5 full hours at Target with nobody telling me it's time to go. I can only hope that day will come.