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So THAT's what he was on about!!!

December 11th, 2006 (01:29 am)

I came home last night after a long long day at work that started at 3:30 PM and ended
just shy of 1 AM. I was exhausted and freezing when I walked in the door. The house
was once again full of the most delicious smells...I don't know where he gets these
candles.... I had entered through the kitchen door from the garage.....and stared around.

He hailed me from the livingroom with our familiar pet-greeting: "HEY NICE LADY!"
"HEY MR GUY!" I hollared back--still staring at my

SPOTLESS KITCHEN


From tops of the counters to the floor, everything cleared and organised and absolutely
SCRUBBED clean. The table arranged with my center piece... all the coats and clothes
and mail and crrrrrrrrrrrrrap that had been piled by the two of us in and out for ages was
mysteriously, MAGICALLY, gone.

Our little Rosemary Christmas tree, that had been on the counter and quite bare when I
left--was draped in red fairy lights on the little rosewood table under the mirror in the
living room...he nested all our paper cranes in it's tiny branches. The mirror was
encircled with lights as well. All other lights dimmed.

Perfection, our CRANES. Light and beautiful. What our first tree was MEANT to wear.

He punched on the cued up DVD to show me what he had done to our sound system.
What all that crawling around in the ceiling had been FOR.
It was like a Theater. The sounds of SPIRITED AWAY filled our home, my head.... my
heart. I could not decide if I should cry or squeal.

I think you will enjoy watching your Super Hero Movies a lot more now...
he grinned at me.

I went with squeal. And jumped in his arms.

^_^

We curled finally in one of the chairs
to watch this movie we both love... and he whispered against my cheek:
i think i like our little house.

The candles flickered against the paneling, the music flooded and rose...
The cherry lights twinkled and reflected from the mirror throughout the rosemary scented room...

i think i like it too, benjamin...

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Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 07:39 am (UTC)
Field of Chairs

okay, either I'm just really tired or that was one of the sweetest things you've ever written because I'm tearing up here.

That's right, big macho guy (now with two HUGE tattoos) with little leaking eyes reading about your night.

That sounds just loverly, rilly it does!

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 07:43 am (UTC)
A Silent Night Light

My Boy...My Boy who hates Christmas.

*sniffles and grins*

I got myself going, actually--just writing it down.

^_^

Posted by: Coffee Shop Whore (skidspoppe)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 07:46 am (UTC)

it's just perfect!

Posted by: Pumping Iron Hearts (woundedmarigold)
Posted at: December 11th, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)
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That sounds pretty amazing. I can picture everything you mentioned. It sounds so cozy :-)

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