Yearning. Things I Miss.

That twilight level of sleep.....slipping my foot across the sheets to feel the contact of his warm leg. 

Burrowing into his back, and falling back into slumber.

Being woken up by feeling his hand trace the length of my back.

Truly peaceful, blissful sleep. The kind where I wake up feeling slightly disoriented because I slept dreamlessly. Where I slept so hard, I feel a little bit hungover.

Waking up a minute before he does, and watching him sleep contentedly. 

Waking him up. 

Driving with the sunroof open, windows down a little. Music. Feeling him glance over to look at me, and knowing that he really sees me. 

Laying in his back yard hammock, head resting on his chest, rocking slightly in the breeze. Talking about things we're looking forward to doing together. 

Enjoying everyday chores in one another's presence.

Making him laugh. I mean really laugh.

Giggling about a shared twisted sense of humor.

Daily texts filled with silliness and wit. 

Intelligent banter.

Sitting in the sun on a patio next to a marina. Feeling the breeze and smelling the ocean air. A glass of wine, a nibble of calamari. Smiling at his sunglass-covered eyes, because he said something clever, yet again. 

Listening to him tell a story about one of his boys, pride radiating off of him. 

Conversely, listening intently while he expresses frustration at one of them making a craptacular teenage decision, and reason out how to make it a teaching opportunity.

Smiling while he relates with a story about a craptacular teenage decision he himself made at the same age.

Learning valuable lessons from him, because he gently said "I never did actually choke on my pride any of the times I had to swallow it....." at precisely the right time for me to actually hear it. 

Seeing him walk through the door with a big smile to scoop me up into an intense embrace. 

Making out like teenagers.

Seeing burning desire in his icy cool eyes. 

Driving home from a date much earlier than necessary, because we just couldn't wait to be tangled up together. 

Burnin' it down.

BBQ'ed steak, sweatpants, his dog at our feet while we watch movies.

A sunny birthday spent in Seattle, playing tourist. The Great Wheel, dinner at The Taphouse, a hilarious comedy show, and tasting gin and vodka at a new distillery. 

A copper mug to commemorate.

Lingering kisses and "I'm not finished hugging you yet" embraces.