more of the same

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My boyfriend makes dinner for me from recipes from Moosewood, and doesn't let me clean afterward, even when I offer. After dinner, and beer or wine or pot, we watch a movie or make art, inevitably get naked, love on each other. I go to sleep and he holds me tight all night, whispers sweet things in my ears, kisses my sweaty, 2 am forehead. In the morning we wake before Sam does for more love, more close, more excuse to be happy all day long. After clothes are back on and my hair is back in a ponytail, Sam opens the door and jumps on the bed at 7:30, it never fails. He settles between us, we sleep a few minutes more. Peter smiles so contently, and says something about there being so much love in his life under his breath. Sam rolls over and lays on my stomach. I get up and shower, and Peter makes me breakfast. It is always healthy and delicious, hot when I get upstairs. We drink matte and laugh, Sam runs around watering plants and laughing, sometimes falling, never crying. I get dropped off at work and picked up, always right at nine and five, respectively. In the evening they wait outside the car for me, Sam playing, Peter chasing him. Then we go to the p-patch. The lady next to our plot, Lisa, refers to me as Sam's mother, or Peter's wife. "Let me give these seeds to your mommy so she can help you plant them." We sit on the ground, I point out the beetle and centipede, he repeats the names after me and laughs. I pick up an earthworm but he is too scared to hold it. We poke our fingers in the dirt and drop in the seeds. I don't correct her because that would be even more awkward, and Sam and Peter go about digging holes or watering the seedlings like what she is saying isn't one of the most horrifically scary things in the world. I smile through any fear, getting the feeling that it would be the most right thing in the world to be this person, all of the time. And that is how it is, most of the time, when I am not being treated to dinner or plays or shows, or connecting with friends, making new ones. It is all so surreal, going from one life to this. There has never been anything better, I wonder constantly what I have done to deserve this.
Beginnings are rad, love is awesome. 
The end!