I love that it’s Saturday … and we have no “normal” Saturday plans.
I love that we didn’t plan on getting tacos and fries for lunch, we just did it between work errands.

I love that we ate our tacos and fries together-alone in our dirty beater car parked in a shady spot way way down at the end in the corner, as far away as we could get from everyone else and still be in the tacos-and-fries lot.
I love that Delia wanted to take a walk.
I love that we walked so many miles that my fitbit ran out of juice.
I love the way she picks berries, and reaches her hand out to give me the juiciest one.
I love that on the way home when I was excited to find something special in one of those little free neighborhood libraries, that she was like, “awww!” good find.
I love that we will actually use these. Together. And that is not something new for us, but something almost as familiar and normal for us as walking miles and miles and miles together.
I love the way she hosed her balls off in the backyard while I shot a quick video of my sweat-soaked bra and tits.
I love how she put on a pretty nightgown right after that and looks so cute in it.
I love that she’s playing her bass right now while I type this.
I love the way we’re spending the rest of the night together, at home. Not drinking, not going anywhere, not hanging out with anybody other than each other and old friends on TV.
I love that we got together over twenty years ago, and that is a long time.. And I love that all of our long time plans for tomorrow and twenty years from now are together, too.
I love that I do the dishes, and she cooks the food.