As I curled up on the couch and watched the sun rise on Shawn's last day of vacation, I teared up a bit. It was such a beautiful, simple week that I didn't want to let it go. We stayed up late every night, slept in past noon every day. He woke me up with "my sweet Alix" (my favorite thing to be called, seconded by the "blue eyes" he used to call me when we were dating) and breakfast in bed one morning. We really didn't do anything but swim one day, hang out at Barnes & Noble another, go shoe shopping, a few errands, for cookies, and to our coffeeshop.

Homebody that I am, it was perfect. We were lazy and childlike, and it was beautiful.