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Yesterday was a full and wonderful, fabulous, fantastic day!
We had lunch at the best place. We ate our favorite meals until we were too full with sweet tea on the side. Then we strolled through the gardens and took pictures. We talked and told stories, and it was love. We sat and laughed and speculated about the other people strolling. We strolled to the ice cream parolor where I had ice cream and he drank limeade. And we walked and talked and laughed some more, and it was love. We hopped into "our car" and drove to his house. We sang oldies. We sang classic rock. We sang country. We sang Mae. We walked through the door. We had relaxation on the porch. We walked out the door, past the car and the driveway and the barn and into the field. We sat on the blanket and had a guitar lesson. We talked and laughed and shaded each other from the beautiful sunshine, and it was love. A couple of hours later, we walked back inside and drank juice while watching a skateboard documentary on sofa # 1 (I said before, it was a FULL day- we even watched a documentary). We migrated to the other sofa, where there was chin talk and a snuggle nap (the best kind), and it was love. We said goodbye to The Scham and Scham Mom and we drove to meet my family for dinner. There was laughter and telling of "family secrets" and all around love. We made it to my home, where we looked at pictures from earlier in the day. We made a sofa out of two chair and an ottomon and there was more talking and snuggle nap. When the last sofa of the day became available, we took over. There was talk, there were tears, there was encouragement, there were prayers. Most of all, there was love. To the front door, "I love you" was said. He kissed me goodnight.
It is love (...)
We had lunch at the best place. We ate our favorite meals until we were too full with sweet tea on the side. Then we strolled through the gardens and took pictures. We talked and told stories, and it was love. We sat and laughed and speculated about the other people strolling. We strolled to the ice cream parolor where I had ice cream and he drank limeade. And we walked and talked and laughed some more, and it was love. We hopped into "our car" and drove to his house. We sang oldies. We sang classic rock. We sang country. We sang Mae. We walked through the door. We had relaxation on the porch. We walked out the door, past the car and the driveway and the barn and into the field. We sat on the blanket and had a guitar lesson. We talked and laughed and shaded each other from the beautiful sunshine, and it was love. A couple of hours later, we walked back inside and drank juice while watching a skateboard documentary on sofa # 1 (I said before, it was a FULL day- we even watched a documentary). We migrated to the other sofa, where there was chin talk and a snuggle nap (the best kind), and it was love. We said goodbye to The Scham and Scham Mom and we drove to meet my family for dinner. There was laughter and telling of "family secrets" and all around love. We made it to my home, where we looked at pictures from earlier in the day. We made a sofa out of two chair and an ottomon and there was more talking and snuggle nap. When the last sofa of the day became available, we took over. There was talk, there were tears, there was encouragement, there were prayers. Most of all, there was love. To the front door, "I love you" was said. He kissed me goodnight.
It is love (...)