Wow, today was one of those bi-polar angel/horror Julia days that unfortunately ended with horror, though she is now sleeping like an angel. Defeated, exhausted, and almost numb from the screaming (for no apparent reason, of course), I crumpled into my chair to eat my long awaited and very-hungry-for dinner at 8:00. Sigh. Through the conversation and meal, I eventually came back to life. As we finished and were enjoying our frozen balls of cookie dough for dessert, Ry grabbed two glasses to pour us some milk. It was in that moment that a very sweet thought graced my foggy noggin...
I love that Ryan grabbed two glasses. I love that I have someone to share milk and cookies with. I love that no matter what may come and go, Ryan will always be grabbing two glasses. Apart from being parents, apart from the horror of apparent bedtime/bath torture, we are still a couple, a cute little unit of snuggle and joy. Maybe milk just makes me really happy, but I feel so cuddly and affectionate towards Ryan right now. Perhaps its that my spirit was just so broken and tenderized from the day that I had, but all I want to do is curl up next to him like a cat and snuggle him forever. And I like that.
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