Commitment is on order this week

The beau set me up perfectly. We spent a beautiful Friday night together, the kind of evening that reminds you just how connected and at ease you are as a couple. Without a word, the beau spent an entire sleep spooning me in my claustrophobia-inducing bed. This speaks commitment.

The morning began like so many of our lazy Saturdays. Unwashed hair piled on top of my head and glasses in place, we sat on the couch laughing about family vacations of the future. He suggested brunch. We set off in our grungiest into the bright, unusually warm morning, and gorged ourselves on greasy buffet eggs, French toast, sausage and some of the best home-fried potatoes around.

He ended the meal with an offer. Let’s just go try them on for size.

Don’t be silly, I said. There are so many things we need to do today.

He was convincing. I soon found myself stumbling, my hand in his, across a sleepy Pennsylvania Avenue into an otherwise empty store. It soon became clear that the beau had been there before. He made his way to neither the biggest nor the most expensive choice. Still, he knew what would be just right.

He looked me in the eyes. It’s time. Let’s do this, he said, excitedly. I smiled.

And so we did.

The King bed arrives in two weeks.