So, it's Saturday. I woke up, showered, pulled back re-gelled locks and walked down the street to wake Ryan up. I don't think there is anything more delicious than seeing a big strong man all hair-tweaked and snuggly under his Mariner's blanket. The vulnerability is endearing. As he opens his eyes, I can tell he is happy to see me, but it is still hard to get full vision. He smiles. The first thing out of his mouth: "I love you." Yes, this is going to be a good day.
Last night was Stephen's wedding. It was beautiful and sweet. And then there was the reception. A-MAZing. Nice neighborhood, plural-million dollar home. Glowing pool. Live jazz band. Icecream sundaes in martini glasses. Romantic patio nooks to dance with Ryan. It was beautiful.
Today we are going to Six Flags Marine World. As young as this sounds, I have been looking forward to this for weeks. I woke up this morning like it was Christmas. I jumped out of bed. Neither of us have been since we were kids. Water ski shows, and Shamu the whale (not to be confused with Tamu, Meeshack's wife), rollercoasters, stupid things to buy for too much money! Could life get any better?
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