Good Morning, Valentines

The first time I woke up today, it was dark and I heard a whiny, whimpering little person clambering up into my bed. Then I felt that little person edge me over and co-opt my pillow. Then I felt the chilly hands of the whiny little person seeking out my warm skin–my breasts and tummy were the targets of those grabby hands. Then there was the annoyed bark of a man’s voice, which said, “Leave your mother alone and go back to sleep or I’ll take you out of the bed.”

The second time I woke up today, it was light in the room. There was still a whiny little person next to me, clutching my arm and burying his cheek into my neck. But there was also the smell of coffee wafting in from the kitchen, and sounds of my lover making me a Valentine’s Day breakfast: low-carb warm ricotta crepes with strawberry jam. They were delicious and only 7 carbs (unfortunately we learned later that’s 7 carbs for two crepes–Oh well). We ate breakfast together gazing on a vase full of pink tulips that he brought me a few days ago. That whiny little person whined less after he ate his cereal.

Thank you, my loves. Thanks for a wonderful morning.

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