Echo.

Drinking: Little Boomey, 2006 Cabernet (It’s aiight.)

Listening to: Hungry Like the Wolf, Hypnotize, and whatever’s next alphabetically on my playlist.

So we’re in bed cuddling on Saturday morning. He’s snuggled up tight behind me and it’s just perfect. I say to him, “I love when you hold me like this.” He replies quietly, “I love you.”

And my heart’s been singing ever since…

To have someone echo something you never said… something you’ve wanted to say so many times… something you’ve said so many times in your head and wished they could hear… it’s just unreal. It’s unreal and I’m just so, so happy.

I love him, and I’ve spent the last two weekends we had together trying not to blurt it out unexpectedly and scare him. Instead I settled for saying it silently every time I’d run my fingers through his hair, every time I ‘d cradle his head and study his face. And I thought I heard him say it silently with his embrace and his kisses, his preoccupation with my comfort, his loving stares.

I’m so grateful that he had the courage to put himself out there like that, the courage that I had not, because it made all the difference in the world to me. To think or suspect, and to know are so different, especially when there’s so much distance involved. It’s too easy to lose your footing, to feel like it’s best to let go, but now that I know, everything’s changed. I can’t wait to see where this goes.

So much for my big plan

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