It was one of those weeks. Not a bad one, just the kind where the mornings came too quickly, yet the days seemed to drag on and one. By the evening, the tiredness became unignorable (<--- made up word) yet the brain wasn't finished processing thoughts. Thankfully though, Thursday is my Friday. It's the day I push to get to and then through. However, at the end of my evening class, I was tired and irritable, hungry and frustrated, and warming up leftovers seemed like a task.... a long, hard task.
I walked in the apartment and there was my man, bent over the stove. The table was set, the lights were dimmed and candles were lit.
Thanks a million babe. I love you, oh so much.