A Boy And His Dog

This came up in a Google image search for "ridiculously happy." Seemed appropriate.

In any normal situation I would never dream of coming between a boy and his dog. Last night, however, was not any normal situation...

When we're wooing a guy, women will go to all sorts of lengths to look impressive. We have make-up and tons of clothes and accessories available to make us feel sexy; I've definitely dressed the part and gotten all dolled up, but oh my god I don't think I've ever felt sexier in my whole life than when I was wearing just a t-shirt and a boy's favorite pajama pants. Nothing could have been more comfortable or felt better than that pair of well-loved burgundy pajamas while we made dinner. I'm not sure whether it was that I was offered pajama pants, that my boy offered them to me because he wanted to wear pajama pants himself, or that I was offered his favorite pair, but wearing them made me feel like a million bucks.

Back to this not being a normal situation: I'm not even really sure what a normal situation is, but I've been thinking and I can't remember a time I smiled this much or for this long without stopping. It's been 6 days and it feels like... I can't even say. I typed out a few similes but nothing sounded right. It feels amazing to be grinning this much, though.

Last night I fell asleep with a boy pressed up against me on one side and his dog cuddled against me on the other side, and there was nowhere in the world I'd have rather spent the night. I would have been happy to have spent the night with either of the two (though I'm quite a bit more partial to the boy) but sleeping in between both was like the best security blanket I could have imagined. I felt so welcome, so wanted, and leaving that comfortable place was the last thing I wanted to do this morning.

In any normal situation I'd never come between a boy and his dog, but if that boy and his dog welcome me between them I'll be the happiest person to stay.

Sleep, I Love You

Oh my god this is the cutest thing I've ever seen!

Sleep, I love you. And I've missed you! I know we reconnect every day, but it isn't genuine, quality time. It was a hurried fall-into-bed-with-my-eyes-already-half-closed ordeal all week. Until last night. Last night and this morning were amazing. I slipped between the sheets, cuddled my pillow, pulled the blankets up around my face and burrowed in my bed, away from the chilly window. I took my time falling asleep, letting my thoughts slowly drift off, allowing my eyes to droop closed, appreciating the way my body heat warmed my bed. And before I knew it I was asleep. The best part was I was really at rest, ready to rejuvenate my body and mind, excited at the prospect of not waking up to an alarm clock. And boy, when I woke up at 7 and realized I didn't have to get up I went right back to cuddling that pillow for another 2 hours. It was exactly what I needed. So thank you, Sleep. Thank you for being there for me all week when I had no time for you, thank you for welcoming me again with open arms when I needed you the most, and thank you for promising to be there with me every single night, for the rest of my life. I love you, Sleep.