It's getting to the point where I've spent pretty much all my free time with Andy since January 1. Two weeks. And its gotten to the point where I slide into bed with him and snuggle up beside him - I feel like he's something that's sticking around. Then I remember.
Maybe this is yet another lesson I have to learn? But shit, how many do I have to learn until I'm happy like I was again? Who knows.
Bike riding on the beach, meals along the coast, records, snuggle tigers, and really bad reality tv. The worst part is, I could say "I could get used to this" but the truth is, I AM used to this. And I don't want it to end yet.