This month is flying by so fast.
We are moving this week and I do not feel ready. My to-do list feels a mile long. The living room is slowly becoming less of a living space and more a pile of boxes ready for moving day. We are discovering more items that need replacing because of damp and in many ways we are ready to have moved a month ago.
Alongside packing the sun has taunted us to come out and play. With us knowing there are pressing jobs that need to be done within the week, I found myself on several occasions not caring and doing the irresponsible, putting the chores on hold and grasping sunny days with my Handsome Man with both hands. It's England after all, who knows how long the sun will last before it retreats behind the rain clouds.
On sunny days I often get ideas in my head and they circle around until the weather changes or until we accomplish the picture perfect moment I have been imagining.
It's odd I know.
This time I found myself craving the idea of sitting outside a cafe drinking refreshing ice cold beverages, basking in the sun, people watching with my Handsome Man.
And that is exactly what we did.
Last night we went on a double date, we laughed till we needed to pee, we ate too much, we played games and just had an amazing time.
Recently budgets have been tight and my health has been bad, our date nights have become a series of makeup-less evenings in front of the tv or a movie.
It felt good to spend time on my appearance, for me to actually apply makeup, to wear a favourite top, to go out with friends and just enjoy being in each other's company.
I love him for being happy with either option, for not minding if I need to stay on the sofa in pjs with no make up; for happily buying drinks and sitting in the sun people watching or for double date nights where I use up the majority of my energy laughing, chatting and snapping a couple of photos.
For loving me just the same.
No matter what.