I count the minutes until I see him at lunch even though I left him at home only hours before. Visits are nice, but I can't wait until I get to do this on a day to day basis.
I wake up a bit before him and my alarm and am able to enjoy the peacefulness for a moment. When the moment passes, I try to move, and I grin as he hugs me closer in his sleep.
Making tamales leaves me laughing, covered in masa, and with substantially more food to cook and put in my freezer.
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