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Someone to come home to

It was very difficult to live 800 miles away from my honey-bun.  We'd call each other on the phone pretty much every day, we'd text constantly, and we even visited each other a couple times despite the long distance.  So, it's such a wonderful thing to finally have him with me.  The number of minutes I've used on my cell phone has decreased by about 99%.

What's so wonderful about having that special someone to come home to?  There are so many things, let me see if I can name a few.  As seen in the photo, there are many surprises.  Sometimes I find these little love notes in random places reminding me of how much he cares.  He's such a sweet man.

When I am away from home, he always washes dishes and tidies up the house.  He likes to surprise me with how much cleaning/laundry he's done while I'm away.  It also makes me more motivated to do some cleaning myself instead of being the slob I usually am.

I used to cook all the time.  I remember as a child I was always in the kitchen with my mom learning how to cook and bake and everything.  I would bake cookies, pies, cakes, and all sorts of goodies, as well as cook stews, casseroles, and anything else you'd like to eat.  When I went off to college, I'd cook for my roommates (as much as my tiny budget could afford) and when I married Karen I would cook for her.  Well, we took turns, so I'd cook roughly half the time.  After Karen passed away, I kind of lost the will to cook.  I'd just do short, quick meals such as macaroni and cheese (from the box--yes, I know how abominable that is) or ramen noodles.  Sometimes I'd just grab a quick bite or go to a fast food restaurant.  At any rate, now that I have my Connie Lou with me, I cook for him.  It's so exciting to cook for him and watch him eat.  It makes me so happy.

Having someone to cuddle with while watching a movie or playing a videogame is so nice.  Being able to walk up behind him and surprise him with a hug is fun.  I'm amazed at the plethora of things that release endorphins in my brain simply because they involve my man, such as admiring the peaceful look on his face as he takes a nap or caressing his cheek to feel his stubble.  Just sitting with him and holding him in my arms brings such joy and happiness I can hardly express it.

I love staying up late into the night chatting with him about everything and nothing--about the new Pokémon strategy site he found or stories about each of us coming out of the closet.  I get to hold him in my arms and learn all about him.  We talk about the future, about what we want to do when we grow up.  We talk about the people in our lives--those that we might be able to reach out to and help.  There are so many precious things to discuss--happy things, sad things, things that make us angry.

There wasn't any doubt in my mind before he moved in, but now the evidence is overwhelming--I am in love with that man.  He is so wonderful in every possible way.  He has such a tender and trusting heart.  He is adorable in appearance and mannerism.  My dear Conrad, I love you with all of my heart.

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