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Woo-ing me...in pies

My phone 'beeped'...but did so with the special 'text tone' I assigned to just Alun. It used to be the sound of a bottle being 'popped' open, but Gracie heard it and said it reminded her of her ex-boyfriend so I changed it to a little 'ding dong' doorbell noise.

Oh Lord. You didn't even need to know that.

Sorry.

Anyway. My phone beeped and Alun's name flashed up. It was a picture of party pies.

My favourites.

Well okay, I have a few favourites when it comes to things to eat. Including, but not limited to:

Churros
Peanut-butter cookies - warm and straight from the oven, slightly 'over cooked' - so that they are crisp and taste as if they've gotten saved from being charcoal 'just in time'
my Mom's purple sweet sticky rice - wrapped in banana leaves and tasting of home
I love plain cooked rice - soft and fluffy. Team this with well-cooked sweet and sour pork (or chicken) or team with badly cooked corned beef (haha) and I'm in food heaven.
...and I love pies. A good Aussie meat pie...and even better if it's a party pie. For those of you who aren't Aussies - they're mini pies. We call them party pies - mostly because they are the stars of anyone's birthday - not only when you're a little kid, but they feature heavily in 'grown up' birthday parties, too. They're bite-sized and delicious and like the best treat ever.

Under the picture of pies, Alun had put "These ones have potato in. I've put aside 6 of them for you. Love you"

and that, my friends - is how you woo a lady.

You remember what she loves - even if it's as obscure and weird as mini pies - and you give them to her.

Alun drives me crazy. He's stubborn (omg I've never met anyone so determined to dig their heels in, let me tell you!), he's cheeky, he's argumentative (in his own, quiet and subtle way) and he's infuriating...

...but I know I'm loved by Alun. I get shown somehow every day.

I get woo'ed every day by the man I love.

Sometimes by coming home and seeing that Alun's cleaned the house. He even puts the small 'decorative' cushions on our bed the way I like. Sometimes, Alun leaves a loving note by a pre-maid dinner in the fridge for me. Sometimes he tucks little reminders of things he loves about me in place of my bookmark in the book I'm reading. Sometimes he just holds me tight. He holds me in a way that makes me feel safe, loved, whole and pretty wonderful. Sometimes Alun waits outside so that when I jump off the bus, he's right there with a gorgeous smile - waiting to link arms and walk me to the front door.

And sometimes...it's with 6 party pies :)

I'm pretty blessed xx

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