I have been unusually infatuated with my husband lately. I’m not complaining. It’s a wonderful thing. I smile when I see him. That small, secret smile when you know no one is looking. It’s a smile just for me. Like I know he’s just scrumptious and I can’t wait to have it all for me.
I don’t know. I like I said, not complaining in the least. It’s lovely. I feel like it’s the first week or two, the ones right after you fall in love with someone, all over again. We’re coming up on our 8th handfasting anniversary. I only just realized that, so I’m sure it’s not related. March 21, 2000. What a long, strange eight years it has been.
Mmmmm I want to roll around in this feeling and keep myself coated in it. It’s better than drugs.
