Mike's nose is poking out from under the covers.

In approximately five hours, I will be walking on a beach with my boyfriend. Since we already got the "long, slow massage with oil" portion of the weekend out of the way, we still have to do "walk by the beach," "romantic dinner," and "sunset on the shore."

There are times when I wake up with Mike next to me, and he's got a sleep-happy grin on his face, and I know, I know that things are exactly as they should be. I also know that I'm one of the lucky ones. I feel like I'm falling in love all over again, even after three years. Despite the stupid fights that we have, I guess that means we're doing something right.


I'll be back late tonight.