Vanilla coffee.
Vanilla ice cream.
Vanilla candles in a steamy bathroom, vanilla salts in the tub…
The sweet warm scent of butter cookies.
Romantic love and children and friendship.
Digging in the garden and splashing in a pool.
Movies and snuggles on the couch.
Hot coffee, a good book and a warm tub.
Big, fluffy towels.
Sheets fresh off the line.
So many vanilla pleasures. Here is my place to talk about them – as well as dog shit on the shoes, cream gone sour, trash bags that rip and all the other irritations, nuisances and toys I trip on in the dark.
I drink a lot of coffee, ride a motorcycle, have an 18 year old son and a decade long relationship that began in a chat room.
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