It truly breaks my heart some mornings to get out of bed. Because getting out of bed, isn’t just a matter of breaking the wonderful cycle of R.E.M., it’s more a matter of shutting the alarm off as quickly as possible so as not to wake my sleeping honey. Following 3 snoozes (yes, people, I need 3 snoozes), it’s a slow and careful prying of myself out of Ryan’s arms. Move an arm here, a leg there, while gently pulling my hair out from underneath his shoulders.
It doesn’t matter where I’m going or why, when I wake up wrapped up in his embrace I can’t seem to look forward to the rest of the day. Once I’m out of bed, I find myself drifting back to just be near him in the hopes that he’ll sense me there and instinctively pull me back in. Trying to resist is futile. He is my big bear, snuggle-butt.
We are fast-approaching our 3 year anniversary. Birthdays are for celebrating the person, anniversaries are for celebrating the relationship, at least in my mind. I am a big fan of going all out for birthdays. His birthday falls in July and I rack my brain for a month trying to come up the! best! gift! This year’s gift was a smash, but now my brain is fresh out of ideas for our anniversary.
We will be back from the cruise 3 days before our anniversary, so it isn’t exactly justifiable to go out of town to celebrate. There is the traditional dinner at Stonewood, but what gift can I give him? Oy.
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