i wander a little aimlessly when i know he's on his way. Calculating & recalculating in my head the hours of his travel - & estimating the time when the door will crack open & he'll drop his bags, surrounded by small fry.
The little people are usually feeling a little edgy by the time he gets home from a longer stint away... They're ready for our regular dynamic - the relief of a second parent - the comfort of another set of big arms.
& i....
i need him too. i worry sometimes when he's gone that he'll forget how much i love him. & that he'll forget to love me back as fervently.
So, the countdown is on... at the time of this writing - there are only 3 hours and 9 minutes 'till i start obsessively calling his cell asking for updates... make that 3 hours and 8 minutes... and counting....
1 comment:
I love how unguarded your love for Neil is! I long to love like this, unashamed, and without fear. I like the picture you paint when you talk about Neil.
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