ever-lovin-hippy-man

Yes, my ice-cream-making-guitar-playing-knight-in-shining-cotton-and-corduroy has been back at it, doing what he does best... makin me loooooooove him!

Thursday night Trail didn't finish work in Seattle until nearly nine, so he was passing through Oly on his way to Shelton at about 9:30pm. Despite the fact that I had to be at the clinic at 11:30pm, Trail-man came to visit me for two sweet hours before work.

We met for dinner at Apollo's, a local Italian restaurant that we frequent because of their cheap yet quality eats, veggie-friendly menu, and late hours of operation. Sitting beside him in the restaurant's booth, I nuzzled against his shoulder, only to notice a sweet and unique odor. "Alright Trail, who is she?" I mocked him. He acted surprised and distracted me with garlic toast and a smile.

We went back to my apartment so that we could digest our enormous meal (neither of us eat well when we are busy, and I especially was famished! That poor waiter must have thought I would eat his fingers off the plate if he dare remove it before I inhaled every last crumb!) and also so that I could change into my comfy sweats before going to work for the clinic all evening. I arrived first at the apartment, so when I went back to the door to greet Trail, I was pleasanly surprised by an enormous and beautiful bouquet!

"I was couldn't believe that you were able to detect the smell of these flowers on my jacket! I can't ever try and surprise you!" Trail laughed. For almost four days now these gorgeous flowers have filled my tiny apartment with their wafting perfume. Each time I return home and see them again, I am reminded of how wonderfully happy Trail makes me. I feel as though we are as comfortable and compatible together as your own right hand holding your left.