Today we had plans to go to a restaurant we had wanted to go to the weekend we both unexpectedly came down with the flu then I was going to make the dinner I had planned to make for Dawg for Valentine’s Day but he broke his tooth and couldn’t eat solid food for several days.
I woke up at 11:00am after having those insecure dreams where people who love me so much in real life try to sabotage my relationship in my dreams. I let Dawg know about them and was having trouble getting out of the fog of them so took a shower. When I got out of the shower Dawg made sure to tell me how much he loves me and how he’s not going anywhere. A little while later we were supposed to put the laundry together so we could get on the road to activate our plan of laundry drop-off, lunch, shopping for dinner ingredients, and dinner with Apple TV movies. Instead we decided to cuddle in bed. It was one of the best cuddle sessions we’ve had ever, so comforting and void filling and bond enhancing. We didn’t leave the house until 2:30pm, and the lunch restaurant was over an hour away, we still had to drop off the laundry, and had to wait for a table when we arrived, so didn’t get to eat lunch until 5:00pm.
I suggested over appetizers that we skip me cooking dinner tonight since it was already early dinnertime and we were stuffing ourselves silly. He agreed. Instead we had ice cream and popcorn with our movies.
Cuddle time was totally worth pushing off Valentine’s Day dinner another week.
I love cuddle time. It’s the best. Sometimes I even pout when Vahid has to get up and get ready for work and has to end it. But then I always get more so I can’t complain too much.
It appears to me that you two made excellent choices that day.
Your actual day sounds like it was far better than the one you’d planned. xo
Sounds like a perfectly perfect day to me : )
Sounds like an awesome day…even if it did start off with scary dreams.
My husband has always traveled a lot for work, and my biggest nightmare (quite literally) has always been that he would come home from a trip and be mean to me (not physically but just “smartass, making fun of me” mean). I would cry during these dreams and usually he would be the one to wake me up from it because he would hear me crying in my sleep.
It is weird of all the things we can have nightmares about, as adults, it is rarely monsters anymore….guess that is what happens when love becomes more important than anything else.
SO true, Mishka.
Thanks, everyone. <3
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