taken a year ago
this was mr cowboy and i taking on
our first entire long weekend together
in what we knew as part-time dating.
when i look at these now
the space is no longer his
he and i
and filled as an us.
certainly doesn’t look like this anymore.
before i moved in it was sparse, albeit very tidy, which i found very endearing somehow.
it lacked charm, art and room for two, and cardamom.
he has since said I have made it a home.
( uh – good answer!)
and since i basically filled it with me.
( well less me since i did all that downsizing and purging).
or me things …
it’s more cozy, has an eclectic sense of decor and a lot less guy.
in recent times he expressed
a very declarative affection for my butt.
his past ladies
did not have a butt like mine
i remember looking at this image of him grabbing me
yeah that’s a seriously big bottom.
clearly he’s a slight man. beautifully lean. very strong hands.
and when he grabs me
i am pretty much a goner.
meaning, l love love love the attention he gives me
his slightness and my bigness certainly gives my butt some perspective though.
speaking of, i can’t say that full time has all been full of sunshine and flowers.
we are definitely navigating the ups and downs of a new full time relationship.
yet on the other side of whatever occurs between us
i have a knowing
that i have not had in a long while
of being tremendously cherished.
i photographed the fishing poles
because it too was new to me
and i thought they looked couple like.
last summer each time we did fish he caught none.
i did not catch any.
while i don’t dislike fishing.
it would not be my go to thing to do.
more like…ok I’ll go. or are their doughnuts? can we take a picnic and beer?
this year with a squall of gnats all over me and ticks found on him upon one venture….
i feel really grossed out by the idea of fishing.
at least where the gnats and ticks are