So....

wow.

I have nothing to say.

It's 8 in the morning on Thanksgiving Day

and as I was snuggling in bed with the boy, a whole post wrote itself in my mind. And it was eloquent with nice turn of phrases and now it's hidden itself somewhere.

A post about how happy and thankful I was at this very moment.

And how unworried I am right at this very moment.
How when I saw the boy at the airport, all my nagging feelings melted away, all those negativity dissipated,
how free I felt

I am still a nagging worrybat,
but its bizarre what happens to me when I am physically with the boy.
I still whine and complain and fight but the whines and complains don't dominate or defeat me.

iT'S so hard to explain this - but when I am not without him, there lurks a stronger Me inside of me but I refuse to let that strong me out.
But when I am with him, that strong me roams free and I instinctively know that I can do and overcome everything.
And the boy, for some reason, becomes the less strong one, leaning and needing me more.
That just maybe it.
I think when we are apart, the boy does a million and one thing to keep busy and I feel not needed.

Ok. I am making no sense at all...so I am going to stop trying to figure why and just be :)

Post script:

The boy sleepily reads the post over my shoulder:
"It's the sex" he mumbles.