Writing With Abandon

5:58.

I know it will be close to 6 before I even reach my arm out to tap my phone screen.

It’s Friday morning and I’m tired. Not just the exhaustion of a long week but exhaustion from a late night.

Doing what, you might ask?

Nothing out of the ordinary! No late-night Thursday parties in this homebody’s life.

I worked until 5, 5:15ish.

I went to a 6pm yoga class.

I called Kim at 7:30 while I made myself dinner.

I turned on the TV but didn’t choose anything to watch.

I considered writing about my short but sweet visit to KLA in the morning. (Many mini slices tucked away in there.)

I opened the Jetpack app.

I read Gi’s slice and started crying and texted her how much I loved her. We chatted for a bit and made a plan to go to a street fair on Saturday.

Then I scrolled on Instagram while I waited for P to get home from the three field hockey training sessions he’s taken on this past month on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

He got home at 9:15ish and went immediately for the ice cream, serving me a bowl too.

And then: we just talked.

P and I could talk about anything, or nothing, for any length of time. He’s my favorite person.

We talked on the couch until about 10 something.

Then we realized the time, and that we both hadn’t showered yet, so he took Phoebe and the recycling down while I took a super fast shower.

Then he showered, while I looked at photos and updates from the group chat that we have going for all of our travel program facilitators. One of my school’s programs is ending (the Yukon) while another is just beginning (Thailand!) and I’m so excited to follow along.

Finally around 11ish he got into bed.

Phoebe always takes P settling in as her cue to lie on top of him and demand snuggles.

So we talked about how ridiculous she is while smothering her in cuddles and belly rubs.

And then we snuggled and talked.

And talked.

And talked.

Until it was almost 11:45.

That’s pretty late for us, a couple of kids who like to be asleep by 10:30/11 most nights.

I knew as we finally said goodnight and I took out my Kindle (because I always need to read before I go to bed), that I would be exhausted this morning when my alarm went off.

(Especially because I have a habit of waking up before my alarm. See beginning of slice.)

But I also knew that I wouldn’t trade this in for anything.

Because I know what it’s like to be with someone that you can’t talk to about anything forever.

And now I am lucky enough to have found someone that I can.

And I’ll tell you, it’s the best.