Nothing & everything

My baby and I we've been so fortunate of late, seriously so - we've been together each night for about a week and a half straight, throw in the last weekend we both had off together and it's just been bliss. Work hasn't got in the way, life hasn't got in the way, nothing's got in the way or in between us; it's very comforting even if we do nothing more than come home, have tea, sit back, relax and cuddle up on the sofa. It's just something to look forward too, if either of us are having a bad day at work for whatever reason there's always the thought of spending the night together that brings us safely through to the other side. Perhaps that's the key - safety, we've never felt so safe, secure and comfortable with any other guy; from my point of view and although it's well documented on here, my baby he just looks after, cares for and loves me so much, and as a result I've never known a safer place than cuddled up in my baby's arms, never.........

I know, well we both know that out of the two of us I'm the more emotional one, in both its good and its bad traits, it's nothing to be ashamed of - I'm not ashamed to say that and my baby's attracted to that side of my personality, the good traits especially for reasons which do not require explanation! But when he came home from work tonight he told me the story of his day and one episode in particular, despite its ordinariness, it........... well it was just so beautiful that it took my breath away and truth be told it made the tears well up in my eyes. And I don't want to share this story because I find it way too personal but my baby he wants me to tell it because I share so many of my thoughts about him on here; which is a fair call.

Obviously since my baby has spent every night with me for the past week and a half I've been doing his washing for him; my baby needs clean clothes for work and for play, and despite him having a fair selection from his wardrobe here - it just wasn't enough to see him through. That and the fact that it's no hardship to chuck his stuff in with mine when I'm doing a wash; I mean I wouldn't want him to head back to his flat faced with a mountain of washing, it's way unfair and I would never allow my baby do such. Talking of which I was ironing some of his washing tonight before he got home and it just felt so lovely, I had a real homely feeling inside and I was taking such care and attention making sure his clothes were pressed as perfectly as possible - it just made me feel so proud of him, I don't know why but that was the overwhelming feeling.

Anyway my baby was having lunch today with Fiona, or Fi-fi if you're on personal terms apparently, one of his colleagues and she commented on how nice his shirt smelt and asked what fabric conditioner he used. It was one of the shirts I'd washed for my baby so obviously he didn't know - for all those that want to know it's Lenor barefoot through cut grass, I used to use Sainsburys own brand, I can't remember it's proper title but it smelt like watermelon, seriously, it was divine but they stopped doing it. Hence, I got this Lenor one and it does smell wonderful too but the smell really is strong, which is probably why Fiona noticed it - you can't help but notice it. Back to the tale, my baby says I've no idea because my boyfriend washed it for me; and to surmise the conversation he said my boyfriend cares for me so much and I love him silly. It's just an ordinary conversation between two workmates, a conversation about laundry products, as I said earlier it's very ordinary but it hit home when he told me tonight. I got the unedited conversation but it was the bit about telling Fiona that I care for him so much that I thought was just beautiful, and even though it's the truth - I love my baby to bits, it still blew me away. I guess because I just do what I do for my baby without a second thought sometimes it just doesn't register, after all it's only doing his washing in this instance; but to hear it brought up in conversation and to know that such everyday things mean so much to him, so much that he tells his workmates, well that's what got me.

It's nothing and everything all at once, it's just so sweet and I guess if may baby and I are taking care and doing a good job of the everyday things, then we're not doing too badly at all. Goodnight boys and girls, see you on the other side of 37; with love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.