There’s a line from a song: “Late night fading into morning light.”
Today was more like early morning fading into evening light. We took two wonderful long walks today: first we captured the golden morning sun at Hemer Park – and then Cable Bay late in the afternoon – it was almost completely dark by the time we got back to the car. But the light was a piece of magic, following us like a flock of barn swallows all day long.
And what a day it was. Not what you would call my usual Thursday. I woke up in the best way possible: giggling with the Love of my Life (we giggle far too much – we are a trainwreck of twits) (on another note, who am I to judge that giggling can ever be too much?). So then there was a wonderful breakfast and our walk in Hemer Park. Then there was shopping to do, mainly at cafes and bakeries, and I don’t think I have to explain where that led: to a super breakfast sandwich on fresh baked rye bread – and tonight, my pea soup with great slabs of apple cider rye with great lashings of butter.
But enough about food. I also recall a nap, and hugging and kissing and then walking at Cable Bay – and here I am, doing my favourite thing in the whole world: listening to Simon play and sing while I pretend to do some work at the computer.
Life couldn’t possibly get any better – well, except for the fact that he beat me very badly at Scrabble today. But only because I got terrible letters mind you. How could that possibly be my fault?
I sense a rematch. Still – it’s 6-3 in my favour. We must not forget that.
Funny thing, every time I think it can’t get better or I can’t get happier, it does and I do.
I am so in love!