There’s not a real post today – mostly because I’m at an undisclosed location with the boyfriend for the weekend. (Okay – we’re at the beach with his best friends from high school, but you’ll never know which one.)
It did strike me when I was laying in bed waiting for him to get out of the shower this morning that this is the happiest I’ve been in any relationship. It’s not the kind of happy that makes me giddy and squee over my love for him, but a kind of quiet stillness of happiness that surrounds you whenever you’re with that person, making you feel safe, secure, and loved.
The other day I was in the car with Priya on our way back to the office from lunch, and I was ranting about something or another and I blurted out, “I think people would find happiness more often if they realized it’s a journey, not a destination.”
If I can find happiness lying in bed waiting for him to get out of the shower? That’s pretty damn awesome.