So Ken, my fiancé – in case your new to the blog, is sick. He has a pretty bad cold, and is just generally miserable. Several hours of trying to sleep off the virus yesterday led to us sitting up late last night talking.
It was incredible.
I feel bad for my guy for being ill, but we hadn’t spent 6 straight hours talking in… weeks. We talked about our future, our past, and we outlined plots and characters for a novel we are collaborating on. We will be able to sit down and write this thing as soon as we get our computers set up.
Ken can make me laugh and cry in the same sentence. Our tiny home echoes when we laugh like fools at the stupidest things, but those echoes will carry me through the rest of my life with a smile on my face.