Indulging (and happy)

I should remember all the sweet things P says to me and does for me. Like when he calls and says: 'hi pretty!' and when he says: 'thanks for making my day better!'

I bought him an awesome sweater at the Salvation Army the other day. A little on the hip side, but still, made in Italy, wool, sweet 50s style, perfection. He seemed like 'uhhh' when he opened it, but he was like 'i'll wear it because you bought it for me'. Then again, I would do the same for him.

I feel happy-happy, like a little bird, tweetin' about.