For most of my life, most of the items brought to me in bed were glasses of water, aspirin, hot chocolate and of course, the occasional glass of wine. Every once in a while, Kevin will bring me breakfast in bed. And we are talking real breakfast, eggs, toast, etc. He hates wimpy breakfasts.
It is something I truly adore about him. So much so, I moved in.
I could go into the emotional roller coaster I experienced. Am I ready? Am I a good enough partner? Will I be happy? Am I rushing? blah. blah.
But you know. I think we all wonder if we are making the right decisions when we take a leap into the unknown. But to not chance it. Well, that is just stupid.
So I moved my stuff. Because I had already moved my heart. Tomorrow I'll bring Kevin breakfast in bed.
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