I like him. I love him, of course. But I really like him. He makes me laugh and cry (happy tears).
I like to hang out with him—a lot. We like to do the same things but mostly we just like to be together and talk—or not.
Today was one of those hangin’ out days. We got up early, ate breakfast, drank coffee, ran some errands, went to some thrift stores(bought books), ate lunch, and came home. I went to Wal-mart and he went for a run. We had homemade pizza for supper sitting around the table with the kids and now we’re drinking coffee and listening to Ella Fitzgerald. He’s reading gun magazines and talking about buck shot or something and I’m smiling and nodding and reading Flea Market Style magazine. I like these days with him. Life is good.