(no subject)
I'm cold, and it's wet outside, and wow, I could really use a cup of cider... but you know what, I'm so happy. I don't spend every night with Neil, so when I do, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. I love the mornings. He rolls over, just as I'm waking up, up puts his arm around me. He pulls me close, and tucks my head under his chin. I just lie there, breathing him in, waiting for him to be as awake as I am. I scratch his back and think about all of his most wonderful traits, and then, he wakes up. We have about 3 seconds to really be awake with each other, quiet, slow, easy, and loving, before wilson decides he wants to join the party. Somehow, over the past 6 months, Wilson has decided that it's my job to take him out in the mornings. It's also my job to take him to Bojangles on Sundays, and to take him out every time I walk in to the house. He demands my attention before Neil and is so jealous when he's not included in something.
So anyway, we wake up, and then the day starts. That's how it should start: in the arms of some one you love. He doesn't tell me that I'm beautiful 20 times a day, and he doesn't always do what I want, but he does it enough. He knows when he's pushed me to far, and he knows how to bring me back. I am so excited that I don't have to spend every waking moment with him to be assured in our relationship. I spent Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night with him... That means I won't see him agian until Friday night. I'm cool with that. That's when I want to celebrate that we've been together for 6 months. I know how silly that sounds to most adults, but I'm just still so excited to be with him. He's the perfect guy, and I am absolutly mad about him.
So anyway, we wake up, and then the day starts. That's how it should start: in the arms of some one you love. He doesn't tell me that I'm beautiful 20 times a day, and he doesn't always do what I want, but he does it enough. He knows when he's pushed me to far, and he knows how to bring me back. I am so excited that I don't have to spend every waking moment with him to be assured in our relationship. I spent Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night with him... That means I won't see him agian until Friday night. I'm cool with that. That's when I want to celebrate that we've been together for 6 months. I know how silly that sounds to most adults, but I'm just still so excited to be with him. He's the perfect guy, and I am absolutly mad about him.