Ever so lazy

It was one of those lovely late summer/early autumn days, where the sun is still shining warmly down, enough to have the French doors open.
DC came over at one, which gave me plenty of time in the morning to do some serious cleaning, especially as I hadn't cleaned my flat for over a month. It felt so good to be wrapped up in each other, again. It had been too long, his words, not mine.
Lots of talking. Discussing feelings, emotions, future plans.
Talking about his feelings at being in a relationship, his anxieties about his future in general, although he is confident at his ability to work.

It was funny but we almost couldn't get close enough to each.

We spent much time talking, listening and finally eating delicious salmon salads.

He likes to sit side by side when having dinner in a restaurant, something that I've never done before. It makes the experience more intimate, more enjoyable and shared.

The option for desert was offered.
Any kind of chocolate would be a smash hit.
It ended up being a hot chocolate brownie with molten centre and a scoop of ice cream, except that they had run out of ice cream.
In my knack to see the simple answer, I asked why no-one had popped round to Sainsbury's to buy more.
Finally pudding arrived. The waitress smiled and said that she had popped round to Sainsbury's just to get vanilla ice cream.
Oh wow....above and beyond.
She was fantastic and the pudding was amazing.
We were happy people, with contented tummies.

So here is to those lovely, lazy days, filled with nothing, no schedules, just whatever happens to pass by.

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon....

Except that it was Saturday morning, after the night before.

It had been a beautiful evening with DC.

We went out for a meal and then caught the last hour and a half of dancing.

Neither of us were feeling the 'groove'. I felt like I was out of practice.

But by the end of the evening, with a few good dances behind us, very hot and sweaty, we headed home.

Earlier before we had set out, he said to me "the reality of the situation is....."

"Ok, what?"

"....is that I can stay the night."

What can I say, I was quietly excited. It had been a while since both our schedules coincided like this and to add to it, neither of us had anywhere to be until almost midday.

To us, being able to spend more than a few hours together was a luxury.

We eventually went to sleep, slightly cuddling.

It was the end of a long and final week of college for me and I was exhausted.

Being with DC was the perfect tonic for me.

I fell quickly asleep, knowing that I would sleep more than him.

Sure enough, I woke up a few times, opening my eyes, only to see him watching me with a smile.

He likes watching me sleep, watching me breath, being peaceful.

And I like waking up next to him, feeling his warmth, his strong arms wrapping around me as I roll in to him.

We made tea and coffee and brought it back to the bed. The French doors were open, the sun was shining and a gentle breeze was blowing as we sat there listening to the morning bird song.

I wished we could have stayed there for longer, but reality set back in and we eventually got ready for the rest of the day.

To say that I am besotted is an understatement.
Smitten.

friends and others..

On a completely different note, my child is hilarious.
Yes, I'm sure we all think our children are:
a) Hilariously funny;
b) Incredibly beautiful;
c) Highly intelligent;
etc.....
But seriously, mine is.
At least tonight she was 2 out of the 3.
Sitting around the dinner table, a good family tradition that I uphold with absolutely NO telly on, a conversation was started about friends.
Child started talking about a new girl in her class and who her 'buddies' were. Boys were mentioned.
I took a breath and asked the question, "do you have a boyfriend?"
There is one particular boy who has been 'betrothed' to most of the girls in the class. He's the youngest boy in the class and a bit of a Lothario, at least according to his dad.
So the talk continued about friends.
And I was then asked whether I had a boyfriend.
Oh now how do I answer that one.
Hmm..with that I waffled on about how I have many friends, both boys and girls.
"But mummy..."
Ok, there was no escaping this one.
So I didn't quite tell the truth, instead I asked whether it would be ok for me to have a 'boyfriend' one day.
"Yes of course you can have a boyfriend mummy".
Then I was thrown for a loop.
"You might meet one when you're dancing, mummy. You can ask the boys you dance with, if they like you."
Oh my gosh.......where did that idea come from??
"Ok", I said. "Should I ask all of them?"
"No mummy, just ten at a time".

There you have, seal of approval to move on from none other then my Child.
How great is that!!!!