I’m so lucky.
The Lovely S is back.
On Thursday evening -her first night back – we fell in to bed I don’t know when and slept at I don’t know what time.
But I do know that she fell asleep in my arms and I held her, kissed and stroked her for a while afterwards until I let sleep overtake me.
When the alarm went of at 05.15 I felt great.
I slid out of bed ten minutes later (having spent the time just holding her, listening to her sleep-filled breathing) still feeling great -but the time I’d showered and eaten I felt as though I was going to explode.
Two hours later I arrived at work.
And I felt unbelievably excellent.
The Lovely S is back.
Yay!
As if that doesn’t take my personal satisfaction levels to previously undreamed of heights…
The evening before yesterday I arrived home to a prepared candle-lit dinner, a bottle of chilled champagne, dimmed lighting and softly playing music.
The Lovely S was in the kitchen serving our beautifully cooked meal -though she was dressed so… well just so… that I could hardly keep my hands off her.
Not my birthday, no.
Not our anniversary either.
Not any kind of a red-letter day – just because she wanted to.
That’s how lucky I am!
B.
Ahhhh – that’s lovely x