It was a Friday laced with a hint of adrenaline. Tornado warnings had sent everyone home early, schools shut down in caution, and I found myself picking up one minion slightly ahead of time. The air was thick with anxiety, yet somewhere buried beneath the worry was excitement, an emotion I hadn’t felt this deeply in a while. Mr. Bee, my newfound delight, had hinted at Vegas getaways, but here was just as great.
I arrived at his place and was welcomed into a universe of giggles, little feet, and brilliant minds. His children? Absolute sweethearts. They gave me a grand tour of their toys each one introduced with such seriousness and pride, I could barely hold back my laughter.
The 7-year-old spoke of investments like he was born with a Wall Street briefcase, and I couldn’t help but admire his articulation and passion. He’s also a chess pro. I tried to play soft, just to build connection, but the young man saw right through it. I turned up the heat, tightened my strategy, and before I could say “Checkmate,” he had clocked out. I think he expected to always be the smartest one on the board. Little does he know, this aunty plays to win!
His daughter? A miracle in her own right. She brought back memories of when my own daughter and I would curl up in front of the TV watching Miraculous. That type of nostalgia hits different, it sits somewhere deep in the belly and blooms like warmth on a cold day. It was such a full moment: being seen, being accepted, and finding joy in simplicity.
That evening, the skies opened up with rain, but it didn’t dampen our spirits. We grabbed dinner at a cozy Mexican spot, then off we went to see Sinners. (Stay tuned—my full review is coming in another post.) It was one of those nights that slipped into memory softly, without force, natural and magical.
Saturday morning welcomed us with peace. We slept in like royalty, deep, uninterrupted sleep. The kind you share only with someone your spirit feels safe around.
After breakfast, we headed for a mani-pedi session.
Mr. Bee, with his bright aura and familiar presence, had everyone in the salon grinning and whispering. I’m sure they were all wondering who this glowing damsel beside him was. That made me giggle.
Next stop? The Houstonian Hotel—Thellis Spa. Let me just say this: luxury found me and held me tightly. The spa was divine. We basked in serenity, kissed in soft shadows, laughed in stolen moments. I didn’t lift a finger. Just existed. Loved. Pampered. And it felt so good to receive. To be in my feminine. To be soft.
Our evening ended with a lavish dinner at a sushi joint. We overindulged, yes but it didn’t matter. We savored every bite and every second.
This weekend wasn’t just a romantic escape. It was a testament to how love real, reciprocal love feels when it’s lived in the present. No anxiety, no second-guessing, just me being me, and being adored for it.
Mr. Bee, you make soft life feel like the only life.
And to the universe, thank you for giving me this chapter.
cheers
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