Anyway, before we even closed on the house I was scheming housewarming gifts for Pete. As you might have guessed, I like handmade gifts. But we were scrambling to pack for the move so my ability to whip out a glue gun and some Martha Stewart glitter was limited. I didn't even know where my craft supplies were in the box fort that had materialized in the apartment.
So, that said, I thought about the house and all the walls we had to fill and decided that I wanted to gift Pete a custom print. When we first started dating Pete would always tell me that I was his favorite thing. (In my mind I was like, "I'm not a thing, buddy." But it was the honeymoon stage of dating so I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the sentiment.) I would coyly ask him, "Are you sure? You like me more than, say, your motorcycles?" And he'd reply, "You are my favorite thing ... I like you even more than motorcycles." It became something he'd whisper in my ear as we went to bed at night. I'd tease him that motorcycles -- especially his -- were way better. He'd assure me he liked me more. I know, super cheese ball. But these are the little things you hold on to as your relationship grows and changes.
Pete's friend Luke is an incredible photographer and my gift guru (he really helped a girl out around the holiday time) so I messaged him and asked for a photo of the Harley.
After dinner we talked about where we would hang the print. We didn't know. Things were still so uncertain with the house. Everything was hidden or stored in taped boxes. In a way it didn't feel like ours quite yet. It was like we were squatting in someone else's house.