Who's Sleeping In My Bed??

I knew T was on his way to my house yesterday morning.  He had a ways to go, so I hopped on the treadmill for my morning workout. (It was day 2).  After the workout, I headed upstairs to take a shower.  I sent T a text letting him know I would be in the shower and reminding him of the code that unlockes the front door.   I intentionally took a longer shower than usual in the hopes that he would join me.  He did not.  Maybe he got caught in traffic, I thought.  


I turned off the shower, toweled off, and stepped out for the bathroom into the bed room.  What I found was the stuff dreams are made of.  T in the place I want him most... in my bed.


I will not bore you with the details of what happened next (maybe I will start a new blog for that...) but I was happy beyond measure that his skin was touching mine.


We then went out to lunch.  We are both committed to eating better this year, (he thinks he has about 7 pounds to lose).  We did make a healthy choice at lunch and we had a nice conversation.  Being with him there is just wonderful.  I wanted to lean over and kiss him often.  I didn't, but I wanted to.

After, we went back to my house where we spent more time together, before he had to leave.


On my post the other day about togetherness, Biki posted a comment, "... Not everyone is as lucky as you are to be loved, and you're loved for who you are. Not what you do for a living, or drive, or your 6 pack. No, T loves you, warts and all. Revel in it my dear, revel in it. You have more than you know."


Yesterday, I was reveling.  I know I complain a lot about how T and I are not together enough, but it is days like yesterday that I remember how truly lucky I am.