Last night JR and I were cooking in the kitchen of my Postage Stamp apartment, bumping into each other because it's a small kitchen. JR came up behind me and gave me a neck rub while I grated cheese. I put the cheese down, and he just hugged me from behind. For a moments we just stood there, soaking in each others company.
I thought myself, "If this is my life, THIS, cooking dinner every night with THIS man, and all this love in the air, if this is the life I get, then I'm a very, VERY lucky girl."
I thought myself, "If this is my life, THIS, cooking dinner every night with THIS man, and all this love in the air, if this is the life I get, then I'm a very, VERY lucky girl."
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Awwwww. You have made me into a wobbly pile of green jeal-o. Big sigh...
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