Good Friday

It sure has been boys and girls, it's been and continues to be a very good Friday indeed, gosh how I absolutely adore days like these. Which is an unusual statement because I've been working and working the late finish; and my baby's been working too - it was a shorter day for him, he finished at 3 o'clock; but still we've been apart. My day, although quiet, flew by, I've literally no idea why the time went, it wasn't like it was busy or I was busy but the day disappeared in a flash. The skies were mostly grey, overcast and filled with rain but some people just bring out the sunshine, even when there's no sun to be found above me, I can feel its warmth and see its light.

My breaks were punctuated by text upon text - lots of texts back and to between my baby and I, silly texts, funny texts, loving texts and everything in between; to be honest it would have been easier and quicker to phone each other, but there's just something so twee about text messages. Sending one off, waiting for the reply and we both think that it's just beautiful to sit there and read the loving, caring, sweet variety of messages we often send to each other; just letting the words sink in - we both think it's romantic. I sat in the office during the quiet times today and read the texts we'd sent earlier again - that's where my sunshine was, it cheers my World up, it cheers my baby's World up and it made the distance we were apart seem not so distant. On my last break girlfriend joined in too and I sent her a text that must have took her ages to read it was that long; we'd only seen each other yesterday but I had plenty to say for myself. As ever it was great to hear from girlfriend and she confirmed something that just blew me away; I heard that when girlfriend left she asked a friend to look after me and take care of me in her absence, it was true. I can't think, even my baby can't think, of a more kind, thoughtful and caring gesture; seriously, I mean, I don't know, it just means so much and it tells its own tale of our love and friendship.

With being on a late finish my baby and I would normally be spending the night apart but not tonight boys and girls, we're where we should be and where we're at our happiest - together. My baby started sending me such lovely texts towards the end of my shift, telling me he was starting tea and asking me to hurry on home because he couldn't wait to see me; I got so excited, it was so silly, innocent and beautiful - I mean my baby knows I'm a hopeless romantic but he doesn't just do things like that because I like it, he does it because he wants to, stuff like that just means everything. Upon my return home the house smelt wonderful, my baby was busy putting the finishing touches to homemade chile con carne in the kitchen; oh my gosh it smelt divine and what a welcome home. I didn't even have to time to take a shower, it was a quick wash and change of clothes before I joined my baby in the kitchen to help cook the rice. We had great fun - kissing, cuddling, touching, laughing, talking and joking whilst the rice boiled away; we even had just enough time for a dance together before tea was served.

It's the first time my baby has cooked chile con carne for me and it was awesome, stupidly awesome; it wasn't a hot, spicy taste instead it was real mild and like a layer of different tastes. Tomatoes, onions, garlic, worcestershire sauce, cracked black pepper - a myriad of flavours that worked so well together, it was unlike any chile I've ever tasted, it was the best chile I've ever tasted. My baby got the recipe from Rach, she's cooked it for him in the past and he was so blown away with it that he learnt how to make it for me; which in itself is such a sweet gesture. My baby served it with the rice and flat bread warmed in the oven, it's the first time I've ever had flat bread with chile and it's absolutely perfect for mopping up the sauce or piling a mound of chile on and devouring it. It really was sublime - the food, the thought and care that went into it, the moment, just everything; the best way to start a Friday evening after coming home from work. Kisses and cuddles were well and truly deserved, and my baby received lots of them, I don't think I could have ever given him enough to show my appreciation and love but I tried my best.

I've been a real chatterbox tonight too, wrapped up in my baby's arm on the sofa, I've been talking like a train, way more than normal. Talking, laughing and joking about anything and everything that's on my mind; it's all just spilled from my mouth and kept my baby entertained. He cuddles me real hard when I say something sweet or silly about him and tonight I've made up lots of silly names for him, just different variations along the lines of boyfriend and baby. Each time I felt his arms close around me I looked up to catch his eye and see his smile, and I was rewarded with a kiss. As the kisses became more frequent and started to linger I turned around to face my baby, he pulled me close into his body, so close that I could feel everything and forgot everything just the same. Hands strayed, touched and clasped; and I just wanted my baby so bad - so, so bad. It's been a good Friday......................