Love is when I wake up a few times in the middle of the night, to steal peeks at the boy lying right beside me, even though he is snoring away.
Love is when I wake up in the morning, and I have someone who helps to make me breakfast and even do the washing. *smooches*
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The weekends felt long for the first time, which was a good thing. Even though at times, the boy had to scoot off to cab to his workplace to see to some issues. *major sulks* when that happens cos it means I have to be alone outside settling the grocery shopping bit or making my way home alone.
Friday was spent celebrating dad’s 60th birthday, which was a simple family dinner. Glad that the boy managed to join us. This is the 2nd year that he has joined in the celebration and many many more to come! Thanks for getting the cake, love. 
Saturday was spent pigging out on food, random stuff that we did, still made us happy. 
Sunday, we started the morning earlier than usual, with my homemade breakfast all ready and laid out on the table. Complete with some snuggles and lazy time in front of the teevee. That kinda sums up the day.
Am looking forward to the next weekend, again.
Happy days aplenty. Happy days, just with you.
