Happy Spot #1: a soft spot

Contemplating my statement from a recent post, that I’m not inspired to write unless stuff is going wrong or I’m sad, made me come up with a new idea.

I’m going to start posting the things that make me the happiest as they come up in my relationship with Mr. M. You may agree, disagree, find them petty, find them boring, find them sappy…who the hell knows, you may even get an idea of how to show your loved one some affection. But this is my effort to start recognizing the beauty in relationshiping and finding out what truly makes the other person happy. I will call this series of posts “Happy Spots.” It’s a spot, a moment, an action that comes in and hopefully outweighs any of the stains (or bad schtuff) that may occur. Because, let’s be honest, relationships need constant love and attention. It’s the small stuff that can really keep things beautiful. Never forget the small stuff.

My first happy moment is a bit silly. Yet, that doesn’t mean it is any less of happy spot for me.


This is not my bed, but omg if it was...this is going on my list. You know, the list where you put the things you dream of having. Yup, it's on there.

Happy Spot #1 is when Mr. M makes my bed. He knew from the beginning that a made bed makes me super happy. He always does it. Without me asking, without me thinking about it, he’s already got it. A made bed makes me smile, it makes me start off my day right. It is waiting for me to come home and fall into. It is physical happy spot in my life… I’m really not that complicated, as you will see. Making me happy usually involves food, making out (and other unmentionables*), and cleanliness.

*obviously I mention all sorts of stuff on here, but saying unmentionables is way too fun. Unmentionables.

Yours having too much fun thinking of happy spots,



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