Twelfth Night....

Beloved and I celebrate our twelfth anniversary today. It was a wonderful day...our wedding day was cold, sleety, and generally gross. Today was nearly 70F, sunny, a gentle breeze. It just keeps getting better.

Beloved made a GORGEOUS breakfast for us...omlets, hashbrowns, bacon, toast, and tea. It was all perfect, too. Just after breakfast, we got a call from my dad who wanted to know if we could meet earlier so they could buy us lunch before absconding with Boy for the rest of the day... That created a slight whirlwind of packing and rushing, but we were out the door on time, Boy slept the ride in, and we just chatted. There was a 45-minute wait at the restaurant, but there was a park kitty-corner to the place, so we took our notification buzzer across the street and let Boy run and climb and impress Grumpy and Grandma for the wait. Lunch was wonderful, and afterwards, we transferred gear and Boy to the grandfolks. It just keeps getting better.

Without any other plan, we wandered the outdoor mall a bit, finding a bench in the sun and people-watching as we talked about naughty things. I was snickering inside at how brazen I felt, discussing fantasies and play while surrounded by general public who were completely unaware. When our Icee was gone, we wandered through a couple of the cool "gadget" stores...Bose for him, Le Gourmet Chef for me. At L'eggs Hanes Bali Playtex , we found awesome comfy jammie pants on clearance for me, which was a big SCORE. It just keeps getting better.

Tiring of that, we drove to the theater and decided on 21, which was perfect and a lot of fun. It overcame my skepticism quickly, which is really saying something. We walked out feeling young and giddy and excited and silly about it. It just keeps getting better.

Once home...well, there was a lull. The "what do you wanna do?" "I dunno...what do YOU wanna do?" happened. Rejecting a board game, I figured there were a few things that needed doing...diapers to wash, dishes to set... Beloved pulled out his laptop. I finished up in the kitchen, picked up my new jammie pants, thanked him for them and wandered upstairs.... I became a mad dash to put on some sexy-sluty makeup, a black-lace-n-silk neglige, and brush out my hair. I cleared the bed, lit candles, and went downstairs to seduce my husband and Master.

It didn't quite work as planned...there were missed moments and a touch of hurt feelings...but happily we got past that. I'm not sure it really constitutes "make-up sex" but it was passionate and fun. We made love like newly-weds...69-ing and biting and teasing and just being wonderful...except on this twelfth night of our wedding, we have the skill and knowledge of long-time lovers. And it just keeps getting better!