I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Love
This is an old post from December, 2005 that was at a private diary site I used to write at. At the time I was 3 months pregnant with Trey.
“Hey there stranger.” I say as I sit on the edge of the bed.
Dearest barely opens his eyes then tosses back the blankets and holds out his arm. With a giggle I curl up next to him, the blankets wrapped tightly around us, my head on his chest. Breathing in deep I can smell him, that distinct scent that is him. He turns his head to the side and rubs my shoulder with his hand as I nuzzle my head into the perfect spot when his neck meets his shoulder and slowly creeps down to become his chest. That’s my spot, that place was made just for my head to lie on. He pulls me tighter against him, my round belly pushing into his side and making something squirm a little inside. It makes me giggle again and he looks at me. I move his hand down to my stomach, even though I know he won’t be able to feel anything for several more weeks it’s still calming to feel his hand draped across my stomach.
“You know you just like having pregnant women curled up next to you.” I coo to him, making him snort out a quick laugh. A yawn escapes me before I drift off for a nap. We’ve got 30 minutes before he has to get up. He holds me as tight he can, as if he never plans to let go.
Some moments don’t need an I love you.
Bliss. Thank you for this moment.
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