I mused aloud yesterday morning that it might be amusing to wear a bit of Jake’s cologne so he took it off the shelf and spritzed me with it.

he’s made the setup for our apartment so incredibly us, and cool, and unique, and thrifty without being cheap, and conducive to the things I love to do. like he made a reading corner for our bedroom so I can sit under the window, prop my feet up on the bed, and read for hours. he put my desktop/battlestation in pretty much the best seat in the house so I can sprawl across his lap while I write. he’s been patient with my new friends, welcoming to my old ones, amused by the people who moon after me (and him!), and absolutely nurturing to my soul. hub. <3

anniversary weekend was amazing. I’m so happy.

after this weekend, we have:

  • about 25 pictures of us nakedly laughing at ourselves and each other
  • a new apartment in July
  • a yet-again-renewed depth of love and appreciation
  • a half-packed, clean house
  • tikka masala to cook tonight

what to call this if not fucking lucky, okay, maybe bestowed with incredible fucking gifts

still the best part of this week: Saturday, side by side.

there’s a lot of stuff in my life that’s too big for me to wrap my head around, and once upon a time love was one of them. then Jake happened. and now there’s one thing I can hide in, understand, explore, bloom in, rest in. I can’t imagine life without my hub.

Me: But you treat me like a queen…
Jake: Uh, yeah. ‘Cause you rule.

there’s a little sleepy smirk in the corner of Jake’s mouth when he captures me as I’m trying to wake him up, and stuffs me under the blankets and wraps me in the ultimate cuddle lock. mmm, winter. I don’t know how I did this without him.