A post to counterbalance the angst of yesterday's post:

On Tuesday, D and P & H and I go hiking.  Then we go to P & H's apartment for Mardi Gras pancake supper.  I arrange myself under the blankets on the couch to re-read Neil Gaiman's American Gods, leaning up against D with my head on his chest, his arm curled around me.  We cuddle like that and relax.  Periodically he kisses the top of my head.  It is wonderful; I feel safe and loved.  Best day of his visit here, definitely.

D texts me: "Love you!"  He snuggles close to me every night, makes fun of me for being cold and complains that I am stealing his warmth but he never moves away.  When I'm undressing at night and dressing in the morning, he wolf-whistles at me.  He comes up behind me and slides his arms around my waist, kissing my neck just the way I like.  He holds his arm out for me to take when we walk together.

It's the little things that make me happy.

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