Day Seven (written on day 8)

The juicy details!!! WAIT!  NOT YET!  :-)

New Years Eve:
Meeting the family can be a stressful event.  In the past, it has been for me.  As I made the drive to visit my boyfriend, and meet his extended family, my stomach was in knots.  I would find out that it was all for nothing.  The knots I mean.  I was welcomed by a group of family and friends with open arms. . . and european kisses.  It was AWESOME!  They are wonderful.  Almost like in a movie, there was more food than an army could eat (the whole weekend) and everyone was happy.  I come from a large, and loud family, and I have really missed spending time with them.  I found myself so comfortable, that I felt I had known them forever.  His father, a wonderful italian man, told the greatest stories.  And his mother, the most beautiful spanish woman, made me feel as if I were part of the family.  I love them.  I can't wait to get to know them all better.

Ok ok, juicy details.  Ha ha.  Michael and I had a great time.  We decided to just stay home with his family for the evening.  It was the best decision.  We stayed up late just enjoying all the company, and toasted the new year with champagne and kisses.

New Years Day:
We spent the morning together, just "chillin." We decided to have lunch at Red Lobster, then go walk around the mall for a bit.  I love spending time with him.  I can't get enough of it.

We had dinner at a japanese steakhouse with his family for dinner.  It was their "first family dinner of 2010." (as his father labeled it)  I felt so welcome, and was even included in the family photo.  Wow, words can't express my feelings.  :-) We ended the night playing Catch Phrase back at the house, and then retreated upstairs.

Michael and I watched the beginning of 500 days of Summer, and fell asleep next to each other.  *sigh* It's the best place in the world.

My diet was a failure, physical activity (not a complete failure ;-), and relationship . . . success.  I fall asleep every night with him on my mind.  I can't imagine a day, or night, without him there.

Till then. . .