One time, in the early stages of our relationship, Andrew called me around 7 pm one night and told me about a marathon that was going to happen in his city the next morning.
"What?? I can't do that!" I exclaimed, full knowing that this was going to be the end of our relationship if he was going to be this demanding about exercise.
"No," he reassured me softly, "I was thinking we could wake up early, go get coffee and donuts and sit in lawn chairs watching the runners from my front yard."
I'm gonna marry this man, I knew right then and there.
Which is why, in my own little weird way, I want to have coffee and donuts at my wedding. Probably sans the lawn chairs though.
<3
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