Sunshine for the soul

My baby made an awesome breakfast this morning, we took the remaining bread, bacon, sausage, eggs and mushrooms with us last night, just for this fact. My baby had some cheese in the fridge he needed to use so he worked his magic in the kitchen and came up with bacon, sausage, egg, mushroom and cheese toasties; and I know what you're thinking cheese and eggs doesn't sound too good because that's exactly what I was thinking. My baby told me not to worry, he said it was a great combination and damn was he right. Whilst he was cooking, I was just sat there watching him, he was in his own little world, just concentrating on bringing all the ingredients together at the right time, every now and then he'd look up and smile or blow me a kiss. It was a magical moment, truly beautiful in its ordinariness, he just looked so gorgeous, seriously - I'm not saying that just because he's my boyfriend and it was more than his looks and personality anyway. It was just the moment as a whole, just my baby as a human being caught in a small pocket of time, I don't know how else to describe it but it was a fleeting moment of pure transparency, I could see and feel everything with such clarity that it blew me away.

As promised the breakfast was to die for, he toasted two rounds of cheese on toast and heaped all the bacon, sausages, eggs and mushrooms in between; and with the toast melting into everything else from the top and the bottom it was heavenly. It was huge too, you couldn't pick it up to eat it, it was a knife and fork job if not a mountaineering job - you could get lost trying to make your way to the summit of the toasty it was that big and so crammed full - he used everything we had left in one foul swoop. We've both got seriously healthy appetites but dear me we were both full to the brim after tackling it and finishing it, that's right despite my concerns over the size of it, it disappeared (My baby's making his own rude jokes up now, it honestly wasn't meant to be taken in a sexually suggestive manner [my baby's half on the floor now - he's just said I bet I used to say that to all the guys I've been with, yes me Mr Innocent - I didn't realise you could put your willy there! Oh gosh, I'm gone too....... I think my baby's passed out, oh gosh I wish you could see him, he's just laughed himself silly, oh that's a top moment if ever there was one] where was I, oh gosh who cares!) and was washed down with a mug or two of freshly brewed coffee. I gave my baby a big hug and lots of kisses to thank him for breakfast because it was awesome and just because he's my boyfriend and he's gorgeous and I love giving him kisses and cuddles. Besides we're always very complimentary with each other, we always appreciate the care and attention we give each other and we always make it known; it's polite manners if nothing else but it shows we don't take each other and our efforts for granted - it's a lovely way to live. A simple thank you or a kiss or cuddle costs nothing and makes all the difference, it puts a smile on the face of the world and makes the sun shine in your soul.

It certainly set us up for the day which was a good job because with the snow still lying heavy on the ground and the promise of more to come we wrapped up and headed out to Brabyns Park. We promised ourselves we'd go back after going to see the bonfire and fireworks display one night in November of last year; and this was one promise we managed to fulfil because I've never seen the place in daylight. Oh gosh it's a lovely place and it was a perfect day for it too; it was real cold with dark grey heavy skies lit up by the pure white snow on the ground - it looked like the weather forecast was right because we both thought it was going to snow real heavy but everyone was wrong. There were a few flurries but barring that nothing and it sure didn't amount to much anyway; not that we really cared because we had great fun anyway and there was still lots of snow on the ground. I didn't realise the park was so big either, I mean it's pretty huge and you can walk and walk for hours which we pretty much did, there's a trail you can follow too that takes you throughout the park but we just kind of meandered at our own pace on our own course, pretty much going wherever our feet took us. We didn't have a care in the World, walking round hand in hand, taking in the sights and the sounds, talking, laughing joking, cuddling and kissing. My baby looked cuter than ever, he was wrapped up snug with a hat and scarf on with only his face showing; and with the cold biting at our faces it turned his cheeks a rosy red - he just looked so full of life, so healthy and when he smiled it just lit up the World, it was a beautiful sight. We both said we missed our Sunday strolls together, because it has been a good while since we last had the opportunity - too long, but it was great to be back in the swing of things at long last.

And what else are you supposed to do when there's snow on the ground? You have a snowball fight, it doesn't snow that often so you've got to take advantage of it when it's around. Oh gosh it was top fun and yes we're old enough to know better but neither of us cared and for those moments we had such a laugh it was untrue. If nothing else I've got a real good arm (my baby's making his own rude jokes up again - it's because it has plenty of practice apparently! Truth be told if anyone should know it's him!) and as my baby bent down to scoop up some more snow I got him a cracker on his bum. I wasn't aiming at his bum and thankfully it didn't hurt him but it was a top shot and it had me in absolute hysterics; there he was with a big snow imprint splattered across his behind. I tried to tell him I was sorry but the words wouldn't come out due to laughing so hard, my baby shouted if that had hit you there the snowball would've disappeared before he turned on his heels without warning and started running towards me. He can run fast too and I tried my best to catch my breath after laughing so much and outpace him but it was just no good. I could hear him closing in fast behind me and well, I ended up kind of shrieking like an over excited little girl - seriously, it's nothing to be proud of but I was. As my baby closed in behind me he clipped my trailing leg causing me to trip and fall into the snow and as I rolled over onto my back he dived on top of me. It's not so funny now is it he asked, which to be honest it was because I was lay there helpless, breathing hard and giggling manically whilst my baby pinned me down. I couldn't have fought my way out even if I wanted to and when my baby lowered his face onto mine and kissed me well I could have stayed there all day. We kissed some more right there in the snow before my baby helped me to my feet and helped to brush the snow from my behind; he had me in fits of laughter again whilst doing it - he said it's not the first time you've had a load of white stuff round these parts is it. I didn't really know what he was referring to to be honest but I laughed out of politeness because my baby found it funny............

It's been a great day to round off a great weekend boys and girls; and despite it not starting as planned with my boiler breakdown it's not ruined a thing, in fact that moment seems like a distant memory now because there's been so much fun, laughter and happy times since. Today, in particular, I've not had so much innocent fun - sorry, we've not had so much innocent fun in ages and we've never felt so alive. Goodnight blogger friends, with love xxxxxxxxx.