Tonight, after the Monkey had fallen asleep in his dashing new pjs, and before Mark had gotten home from work, I turned on VH1 for crap TV, and pulled on Mark's blue sweatshirt to fight off a chill I had.
Isn't is great to borrow things from your guy to wear and keep you warm? I love how it makes you feel so safe for some reason, even when they are far away. When Mark had to go back and forth from here to Cali last fall, I slept in one of his old T-shirts. It strangely kept me sane.
Anything random that keeps you sane? That makes you comfortable, and that makes you feel safe?
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