Sometimes I get to feeling sorry for myself because I haven't been able to have the kind of simple happiness that others get so easily. No kith and kin. No children. No big close family.
But then I have a day like today and realize how very lucky I actually am. I haven't seen B. for two weeks, because of our travel schedules. He came home last night, and this was our first weekend together in a while.
This morning, we woke up and sat in the living room (a little bit messy). We listened to
Jimmie Rodgers yodel and read in the bright sunshine. B. cut pictures of furniture out of magazines that he likes for the new house.
The cats alternately sat on our laps and played around our feet. We had warm rolls for breakfast, then took a long hot bath together. In a few minutes, we're going to walk across the city and see how our new apartment is coming.
I'm so happy he's back. I need to remember the good things a little bit more. I never had any idea that another person could be so much of my home.