I can't sleep. I know I'm exhausted and perhaps I'll be miserable tomorrow, but I can't stop replaying all my favorite scenes from this weekend. And I can't stop smiling. Reliving it makes me deliriously happy.
Our anniversary date has become one of my favorite days of the year. Dinner and a night in the city with Ross. A morning to sleep in and lounge and wander and write while he goes to his tai qi class. More wandering and indulging together. I savor every second of it and deny myself absolutely nothing. It's decadent. It's magical.
Time together. Time alone. Time downtown. My holy trinity.
It all just came together, as it always seems to when we have our night in NYC. A good hair day. A parking spot. A glass of champagne on arrival. Rose petals and chocolates in our room. A spectacular view. And those big, cozy bathrobes. But those are just the fun little details. And then everything becomes the fun little details. Colors bolder. Flavors richer. And is it just the "skinny mirror" in our room or did I even get better looking? Because my downtown excursions always seem to feed my favorite delusions of grandeur. Or maybe just awaken all my favorite parts of me and everything around me.
And so I'm awake. And I want to hold onto whatever this is. So I need to identify it quickly before I go to sleep! What is it that feels so magical? Well, certainly it's love. All weekend felt like being in love. And gratitude. Taking note of every blissful detail - nothing taken for granted. Creativity. Just soaking up inspiration from everything. And smiling. It just feels good. So that's the formula for my bliss. So simple.
I think I'll start using this recipe more often.
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I don't know what it is, but I love your writing. Maybe it is its natural and seamless flow. I read it and I completely forget that I am reading a blog. It has such a natural flow... it happens so easy. Are you sure you should not be a writer?
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