Days of my life

I appreciate the posts from yesterday were somewhat short and rushed but I didn't have a great deal of time, however they were things that needed to be documented regardless otherwise they'd have been lost in time. A short post is better than no post at all and all that.......

Anyway my baby and I stayed in Saturday night and got further reacquainted, to be lay in his arms on the sofa is something I will always miss when we're apart, it was lovely. And to wake up with him lay beside me in bed Sunday morning was a blessing - I woke up feeling real hazy after the previous day of travel, my first proper day back home and still kind of working my way back into normality. I guess I wasn't fully aware of my surroundings, I awoke facing away from my boyfriend and first felt his presence - his warmth and body weight; I turned over to face him and I couldn't help but smile, I felt his warmness radiate through me and seep into my soul. He is beautiful and I kissed him so tenderly.

My baby cooked us breakfast, a full English - bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms and toast, it was absolutely delicious and a real hearty way to set us up for the day. I was sat at the kitchen table watching him whilst he was cooking, concentrating on the task in front of him; it was like poetry, he was so graceful and so natural in his actions. I don't know how else to describe it he just exudes an aura of effortless calm and beauty, it surrounds him.

We spent the rest of the morning lazing around, it's what Sunday mornings were invented for - spending some quiet time with someone you love; I forayed through the myriad of emails that had built up whilst I was away before deciding to post the rushed entries on this blog. Mid afternoon my baby drove me to his flat, he needed to get things ready for work today whereas I'm off until Wednesday, we could spend the remainder of the day and night at his. I asked if Rach would be around but he told me she was visiting her folks, which was a shame because I'd not seen her in a while and I promised I'd see her upon my return from holiday; besides I wanted to thank her for looking after my baby whilst I was away - she did a stellar job as always. However, all was not as it seemed..............

I shut my boyfriends front door behind me whilst he went to place our bags in his bedroom, I walked on into the lounge and heard a familiar voice and a familiar phrase - hiya sexy pants; it struck me cold for a second. I turned around to find her there, stood next to my boyfriend, they were both smiling and laughing - it was Rach; it was a set up, a surprise, it was wonderful and yes I shed a tear. I couldn't help it, I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks but couldn't stop them - it was such a kind and thoughtful sentiment that it blew me away.

Rach cooked us all tea, roast beef with all the trimmings, once again a gourmet feast cooked with care and attention, and we whiled away the evening and night talking, laughing, drinking and listening to music. It was perfect, just as every other time we've spent together, I feel so comfortable and so at home in their company. We fall into place like jigsaw pieces into a puzzle and to feel all that love, warmth and welcoming spirit in the air is unlike anything else, it's the most comforting feeling in the world - they're two of the nicest people I've ever met.

That feeling stayed with me, it was on my mind whilst travelling back into Stockport on the bus this morning. I was watching the world slide by through the window, thinking how fortunate I am to have found such wonderful friends, knowing my baby will be back with me tonight and knowing that these are the days of my life.....