What’s a colander?

I love the routines that are falling into place.

The walks with Sammy when we always see the Irish wolfhound and the meals we make together and the talking before bed.

And our secret song (secret because it’s ridiculous and no one can ever know what it is!!) and making "my" bed in the morning with the pink comforter and how I had 6 pairs of shoes at his house over the course of the weekend.

It is SO hard coming back to my apartment, back to what almost seems like an alternate life – one where I am alone for a good part of the day and I cannot ask for a hug or kiss whenever I want.  And no one brings me water (just because he know I don’t drink enough of it) or reminds me to take my pills. 

Every second I spend with him is incredible.  I am ridiculously, amazingly, completely, and simply in love