Without saying anything at all

Late shifts lived up to their reputation today, I don't know why but it always seems whenever I work late shifts my days are always haunted, someone or something always spoils my day. It's like their cursed or something, if being apart from my baby isn't bad enough then there's a double whammy, it's beyond any kind of circumstance, it always happens; and I guess I should be used to it by now as a result but I'm not, I mean my baby has had a positive effect on my life because I do think more positively these days, I always try to think the best; besides who likes to have their day fractured?

It was going so well too, the morning and early afternoon sauntered along in smiles and happy thoughts; then come late afternoon the day hit a brick wall - nothing major admittedly but enough to throw me off track. Enough to blight my day, enough to wipe the smile from my face for a while and enough to have to phone my baby up for some comfort and support. My baby's so kind and helpful, I was feeling kind of upset but he never takes umbrage with me, he always gives me time and helps to put my mind at ease. I don't know but he just knows me, he knows I get upset easily and more often than not it's small, silly things that do it; he knows I need lots of care and attention, and yet he still loves me regardless. That's a very big marker to judge by, it says many things without saying anything at all..............

We just talked and talked, all the while drifting away from work and drifting towards a different, more happier place. My baby told me how he cooked for Rach last night, I sent him a text yesterday evening telling him not to waste such a glorious evening and he didn't; he spent it with Rach and by the sound of it they had a ball, as always they don't see each other as often as they should; man we don't see each other as often as we should. I spoke to them both tonight and we talked about it, as we always do - we never get together enough; we always talk about it but I don't know it just doesn't happen as often as we'd like. We've got a couple of weekends off together coming up, we're going to put that right at some stage; it's going to happen, all three of us promised. Rach cooked for my baby tonight, she returned the favour, I think my baby is one of the most loved and well looked after guys; and he deserves it, he never, ever takes such for granted and well, he loves and takes such good care of those close to him too. My heart smiled when my baby talked so vividly of their evening together, he paints pictures with his words, it was like I was with them and I could hear the sunshine in his voice. Rach loves my baby's flowers, he showed her the photos I've been sending to him for the past two nights; Rach is jealous of him too because a guy hasn't bought her flowers in the longest time, a fact my baby was only too willing to play upon; he's a mischievous boyfriend at times, I've no idea where he gets it from!

I was in Boots just before lunch, just before my day went kind of wrong and I noticed some of the photo frames were on sale and also on buy one get one free. I picked up four mock brown leather frames and when I got home I did something I've been promising myself I'd do for the longest time. I framed up four of the best photos of my baby and I; two for me and two for my baby, I printed some off a while ago and it was always at the back of the mind, today I got around to it. They look gorgeous all framed up, we look gorgeous all framed up - it was a secret I'd been keeping from my baby, a secret until tonight, I was planning to keep it as a surprise until my baby was back with me but I couldn't help myself, I had to let him know. He can't wait to see them and he can't wait to show Rach; memories, our memories captured and framed forever. It's funny what you remember, it's funny what you can't forget..............