
I get to spend part of this day {during the day ~ *Squeal*} alone with my man. I plan on holding his hand and staring at him for minutes on end without interruption. Emphasis on the without interruption, please.
And we might possibly drive by a Starbucks. And I might possibly hear my name being whispered. And I will obey the voice. Because I’m obedient like that.
At which point, I will then have my Man on my left and my Macchiato in my right.
This is the stuff dreams are made of, no?














