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And it was just a great week

Sometimes it takes a few days to reflect and realize just how awesome something was. When I was in MD, I felt blissful. It was a wonderful week, and I knew that and I could feel it. But it only becomes clearer as I have stepped away from it.

It was our place last week, not just his. I unpacked everything with his mom while he and his dad lifted all the big stuff. I unpacked every box, and gave it’s contents a home. I did the dishes, and the laundry while he worked. And when he couldn’t get on base because the badge office was closed, he had a day off, and I was there to share it with him. We ate, we drank wine, we cooked. Together.  I met his co-workers. We cuddled and watched Tangled on his new GIANT TV, which he hasn’t stopped talking about how beautiful it is. I think we set a record for the amount of sex in a weeks time. We went to bed at the same time, and woke up together. We took a romantic bath with candles.

We loved each other. Last week, we were a family.

Yea, I’m pretty happy.