Me and My Boyfriend...

I thought I woke up first this morning.  He was fast asleep and looked even more adorable than he does when he gives me  his signature smirk.  But he awoke too easily when I nudged on his shoulder and crawled on top of his chest.  I rested my arms on him and looked down at him.  He smiled without opening his eyes.  

It was when we started to kiss each other good morning that I realized that I was not the only one that managed to sneak out of the bed that morning to brush my teeth only to climb back into bed and fall asleep, seemingly unnoticed.  This is one of the things I love about him.  One.  Of Many.

We made out for a good portion of the morning.  We took time to recount tales from the night before and made fun of all the guys that hit on each of us that night.  We found their attempts to be humorous because neither of us were interested in the least.  We were happy.  We were content.  We were together.

We talked about where we should go for breakfast and we both mentioned how tired we still were.  He told me to go back to sleep for a little bit and that he was going to run out on an errand.  When he returned he had lattes and bagels.  He had even stopped by blockbuster and rented a handful of old 80's movies like Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Can't Buy My Love.  

He also made a stop at Target and bought a small DVD player so we could spend the rest of the morning in bed together and last well on until the afternoon.  

By late afternoon we decided to get out of bed, although we managed to just leave our dirty clothes on from the night before.  We made a trek to Trader Joe's and bought tons and tons of fresh vegetables and food and decided to make as much food to eat as we could possibly imagine.

When we returned home I began chopping up vegetables in the kitchen, and he made a playlist on his ipod.  He filled it up with old school rap and hip hop and made me remember songs that I had not heard since Junior High School.  We laughed and rapped while we cooked up all the food we had purchased.  He pulled me away from my chopping of vegetables and put his arms around my waist.  He kissed me on the lips over and over again and said "I wouldn't want to spend a Sunday any other way".  He has a way of making me grin more than my facial muscles will allow from one ear unto the other and he knows just how much joy he brings to me but always prefers to ask me over and over "Do I make you happy babe?" and all I reply with is "Ear to Ear, baby, ear to ear"  

This is how I WISH I spent my day today.  I'm single as Fuck.