So, what makes him so awesome, you may well ask. Well, since you asked, I’ll tell you: he makes love to me all day long: every time he looks at me, he makes love to me; every time he smiles at me, every time he touches me, he makes love to me. He makes love to me with every meal he cooks for me. When he does the dishes, he makes love to me. When I go to his gigs and I see him singing and smiling at me, he makes love to me. But I have to admit that last night he capped it all off.
At a little after 10 pm, he took Shanara out for her last walk of the day. Plan A was to set the alarm for 6.30 and be out of the house by 8 to hike the Cowpath. But Simon came back and mentioned that a terrific band was playing at the Shipyard and why not pop up and catch the last bit of their third set. And we were going to dance!
Score number one: he WANTS to dance!
So, of course, up we went in all our “going out on the town finery (NOT!).”
And we danced right through that set. Score number two: Simon is a great dancer! I know, I shouldn’t have been surprised. He’s a musician; he has rhythm! But, oh my, the man can move!
(Oh lord, he is so going to bonk me on the head with my iPad when he reads this.)
Score three: judging by his smile all through that dancing, I am jumping to the conclusion that he likes dancing! So, lucky me in so many ways! You have to understand where I’m coming from too: this is the first man in my life who hasn’t had to have three or four doubles to get up on the dance floor – and even then, they’d have to be dragged up to just awkwardly shuffle around for one song (two if I got lucky).
All of this is to say that last night was sensational. We finally got home and could still have been in bed by 11.30. But no, we decided to watch a music documentary and then I fell asleep and the next thing I knew, Simon was coming to bed at 1.30 and we managed to get up after 9 this morning.
We did not hike. I baked bread. We ate half the loaf ten minutes after it came out of the oven. I took the dogs for a one-hour walk. And I still have to do my one thousand words.
Where on earth does the time go? Honestly? I’m not sure. But here’s what I do know: where it disappears to is a very good place.