Christmas is a feeling.
I spent this Christmas with Brian. It was almost a perfect day. It went something like this:
I woke up with the arms of the man I love most in the world wrapped around me, his steady breathing in the morning light and the scent of his skin (like the air of an orange grove next to an ocean). And when I moved, he pulled me closer.
We exchanged presents. I got Brian some new black boots and he got me the nicest rolling pin. The rolling pin I would have bought for myself. We also have matching t-shirts from Pizza My Heart. Random but then again not and the thought is sweet.
We had breakfast at Hobbies. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, coffee. Delicious.
We drove to Monterey. Stopped at a beach, found some sea lions hanging out on the end of a boat dock. Went to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Which had at least 3 exhibits that took my breath away. Open Ocean was simply fantastic. Brian and I just sat there watching fish swim by for a few minutes. It was pretty awesome.
Then we went and had some Mexican food overlooking the ocean. And there was a man playing Christmas songs on a guitar with a bunny on his head.
And then we drove home. And ordered room service. And watched some TV snuggled up together in bed. And I fell asleep in the arms of the man I love most in the world right now. A man who is my best friend. A man who has been everything important in my life for the past 2 years.
It was almost a perfect day.
