"Awwww, it's perfect." I'm genuinely taken by the adorableness of it. It's like the cliche date picnic and holy crap, I'm on the date. Who'd a thunk it? It's like, the perfect end to this day, if it is the end of the day, or whatever it is. I don't know, I'm still a little jittery and quivery from earlier and not really sure what we're doing or where we're going but not really caring. Is that a thing? I'm making it a thing, my thing, at least for now.

So I give him a kiss on the cheek before I plop my butt down on the blanket and kick off my shoes.