young old people

Just recently I noticed how comfortable I am with Jorge; it can be a good or bad thing. There are times when it's completely silent, he's playing video games or studying and I'm reading or working on photos. We don't need to say anything to each other, just our presence alone is satisfying. We have molded into that 70 year old couple who know each other so well that words become unnecessary.

Now-a-days, we don't go out as much. Not only because we're at a stage in life where bills are essential over partying, but we much rather prefer staying in eating pop corn while watching our preordered Netflixs. Our friends call us old people, but I don't think it is; it's just a preference. We still know how to be young and have fun, but it's not something we need to prove every Friday or Saturday night.

The other day it was a normal, stay at home because it's too freaking cold to do anything outside, day. Jorge had wanted to go hiking, but in that 4 degree weather, it was not happening. So instead we stood in bed most of the morning, cooked, played video games and watched some tv.  In between, we would cuddle a lot,  tease each other, poke fun until our stomachs hurt from laughing or just lay there until our breaths are one. I wouldn't have it any other way. I live for those moments. And remembering it puts a big smile on my face.

It snowed today, so instead of sitting indoors staring out - we decided to go play in the snow. Of course Jorge pushed me unexpectedly, but it was also expected; if that makes any sense? Haha, it's Jorge what can I say. Snow days with him are the best!