The Husband is sitting on the floor across from me. He's immersed in the bliss of his record collection.
"You're the one that I long to kiss
Baby, you're the one that I really miss
Baby, you're the one that I'm dreaming of
Baby, you're the one that I love."
I'm seated at our tiny kitchen table in our dining room slash office slash music studio. I've got knitting accroutements all around me. I'm working on a wedding present for a dear friend whose one year anniversary is fast approaching.
Every once in a while I'm hit with the understanding that life is exactly as it ought to be. Good music in the background. A delicious cocktail within arms reach. A person who loves me in the same room.