The Lemondrop update will be posted tomorrow, but in the mean time, I can tell you this:
He's fast asleep next to me. I can tell he's sleeping by the way his breathing becomes slow and steady, which is a sound I've come to be pleasantly familiar with in the past five days. He came to my dodge ball game tonight and I played my heart out but still sucked despite my best efforts. I had on tiny terri-cloth shorts and black socks that went over my knees so that I'd look cute, but I wore my sweat soaked t-shirt with pride. We came home and watched my favorite British television show on the Internet, an ear-pod in each our ears, our foreheads touching. We have inside jokes and a routine, and it makes me happy when I make him laugh. I'm going to miss him.