I looked at him, just smiling. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't wipe that smile off my face. I found comfort in the fact that he was reacting the same way, smiling back at me. My paper plate holding my dinner rested carefully on my lap. I looked around the empty room and imagined what it could be. What it would be. Brian and I were perched in the window seat of our future bedroom.
We had spent the morning scrubbing walls and floors and now we were enjoying dinner in an apartment of empty rooms. Well, I guess the kitchen wasn't quite empty, after purchasing our very own kitchen table earlier. However, without chairs we found eating dinner at the table would be a bit of a challenge. So we figured the window seat in our bedroom would do. That same window seat is where I plan to do my future blogging.
It is a tickling feeling to think we have a place. Our place. There is so much to look forward to. So much to be made and remembered together. And as we sat there eating our food, imagining our future, we created the first moment there to be remembered.
I love my pal.