Over seven hundred new words came to me in the mail on Friday. I find it ironic that “giddy” was missing.
My FGL and I really rocked out our kid-free Friday night (our Big Little Man was in Lullabyland, drifting on a cloud) by standing at the fridge staring at a thousand tiny white tiles. This is mine, to him.
It took me about half an hour to come up with these words. I searched and looked for all the good pieces, and I found each piece he asked for. There were so many – literally over one thousand words at my disposal, and that’s what I came up with for him. I was proud of my effort.
Until I saw this, and read all the words he had managed to find. My fair ginger lover, who has struggled for as long as I’ve known him, to speak his heart, came up with this:
I blushed, and my heart did that thing where it slowed down and quickened at the same time. I get to spend every Friday night with this man for the rest of my life. Something tells me I’m going to need more tiles. There are so many more words that I want, that will need to be said. But these, these ones are pretty damn sweet.
-xoxo : )