Fuzzy woke up about an hour ago, showered, checked mail and then went out to get me a mocha frapp. He's so sweet that way.
He came home, where I put him to work browning meat, even before I said hello. Then, after I sent him away from the kitchen once more, I remembered that he'd laid two bags on the counter, calling them 'treats' when I asked what they were.
I just opened one. He brought me a cinnamon croissant. Cinnamon! The scent of home.
Thanks Fuzzy. I love you.
(But I still think you should post for me at three AM. :) )
There is a child inside my heart tonight
Nobody knows that child but you
If I hold on to you too tight,
You understand, you hold me too.You are the one,
Who is waiting at the door
When I'm afraid, you warm the air,
And, when I close my eyes to sleep,
You are my peace, you are my prayerYou are my home,
You make me strong,
and in this world of strangers,
I belong to someone,
You, are all I know.
You're all I have,
You are my home