Come to bed, honey

I was sitting in class today, noming on some animal crackers, waiting for the teacher to start. Well, I guess I had my hands too close to my face because the next thing I know, I have my palms to my nose and inhaling deeply with the biggest smile on my face. My hands still smelled like Irish Spring. Which is the soap my boyfriend uses in his bathroom.

I love staying with him. One night is never enough. Before we went to sleep, I watched him come into the room through half open eyes, pulled back the blanket and smiled. "What is it?" he asked. I just kept smiling. "Why are you smiling like that?" I simply answered, "Come to bed, honey."

Those four words felt so good to say. Come to bed, honey. Hold me close while I feel the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest against my back. I want to feel your arms around me, keeping me safe. I want to feel your lips kiss me gently on the forehead before you whisper, "I love you, Kaylyn." (whether you know I'm asleep or not). I want to fall asleep in your grasp and wake up to your face. I want this tonight and every night. So, come to bed honey. Come, stay with me.

Simple moments like these really ground me in our relationship. What it is now and what I hope it will be. Whether I'm making eggs for him or picking out a new dress shirt and tie combination for an event we're attending or just simply asking him to come to bed... I realize this is our life. Together. And that makes me indescribably happy.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.