This morning, he complimented me — he said I looked really nice today.
My hair undone, wet from the shower. My untouched makeup bag in my purse, for later, when I got to the office. Glasses on. Jeans dug out of the bottom of a climbing bag. Sloppy chunky sweater typically relegated to robe duty (which previous boyfriends have disliked even in that limited use).
And I looked really nice, he said.
He brought me a rose late last week… the roses he brings home seem to have unusual staying power. Because I’m spending so much time at work and travel and back and forth from place to place I decided to bring it into work today.
There’s a whole lot of good, and learning, in my world right now.