Great-ful. (8)

It's Sunday night.
Still at home.
Feeling better.
Listening to Foreign Born. Vacationing People to be exact.
The christmas tree is plugged in.
My boyfriend is making dinner.
Is there anything wrong with this scenario?
I can't think of anything, aside from the fact the I'm slavin away at this blog post, not helping with dinner while he suzy homemaker's it up in the kitchen.
So not complaining.
And the nice guy that he is, neither is he.
In between checkin in on the status of our dinner, I ask him to help me come with a topic for tonight's post.
So far he's come up with "umm, my boyfriend is so hot"....
And while he's accurate with his suggestion, and quite cute I might add, I was thinking of something just a little bit deeper for this Sunday evening's post. Especially given that I majorly slacked yesterday.
Rather than speak aesthetics, lets speak gratitude.
We spent the majority of today doin nothing.
Ok, we may have watched the cooking network for a while, which I guess constitutes as 'something'.
And that 'something' may have resulted in the cooking extravaganza happening in my kitchen as I write this.
I haven't had a great lazy Sunday is the longest time, and for that, I am grateful.
Why?
It felt great to sleep in.
It felt great to sip coffee quietly and cozily under a blanket on the couch.
It felt great to shower and not have to rush out the door exactly 30 minutes later.
It felt great to put on my Dashboard Confessional t-shirt circa 2004.
It felt great to feel 80 watching the cooking channel.
It felt great to have a home cooked meal.
And it felt great to spend my Sunday with him.
And for all this greatness...
You guessed it.
I am grateful.