cuddles.

The sun is finally up outside.  I’ve been at work for an hour.  I love my home but really, I could do without the shorter days.  OR what if we all worked shorter amounts cause the days are shorter?  But not longer in the summer.  I guess I can’t have it all.  But what if, you guys?  That would be better.  Like the Wendy’s commercials.

I had such a lovely weekend.  Friday was boring, but that’s ok.  I read and read for hours.  I’ve rediscovered the library and all its borrowy book goodness.  In the last week I’ve read two new books and it feels so good.  I’m going to go again tonight and get something new.  The last 2 were sort of heavy and sad, so I think I’ll choose something lighter today.

Thanksgiving at 370 was so good.  Old friends and new friends and wine and food.  I’m so thankful.  Sometimes I get so full up with love and gratefulness I want to burst.

Keith was cuddly yesterday.  He generally is, but this was moreso.  It was sort of amazing.  He kept lying against me and hugging me and kissing my face.  Sunday was a wonderful hungover mess.  And we felt old and full and headachey and happy.  We came home from 370 and had a nap, all flopped over like puppies in bed.  When we woke up he went to the store to acquire hangover foods.  I cooked them when he got back and he started the laundry.  We watched Wedding Crashers and drank Orange Crush and I gave him butterfly kisses on his cheek.  I kept thinking how very normal this day was but I wanted not to forget a bit of it.

And now I’m at work and my arms are cold and I miss him and our bed and blankets and warm.  Oh Monday.

I’m probably the luckiest girl in the whole world.