1) He knows what I like and is constantly getting me tiny little presents. I’m currently wraped in my fuzzy blanket, wearing my sock monkey slippers. How cozy.
2) Our fireplace. It’s our day off and there’s a windstorm out there, so we’re cuddled up by the fire. No t.v., just sitting together reading by the fire. There truly is something special about this…it feels like home.
3) Our neighborhood store. It’s run by the cutest old gay couple in the world. They keep our favorite items stocked up, and whenever I go there alone and wind up getting too much stuff, they even offer to walk it home with me. How sweet :)
4) All of our pressing needs are tended to. We have food, shelter, each other. I don’t think it gets better than the basics.
5) Getting sucked in to a really good book. I read two entire books yesterday because I simply could not put them down. It’s hit and miss when you pick random stuff up from Powell’s, but I’ve been so lucky lately. I haven’t had that feeling in a while, and it’s so nice to know that I haven’t already read every book worth reading. Hooray.