Husband flew home through the night. He's been on a work trip to Hawaii. Before you get too disgusted, you should know that he didn't even get in the water once. He worked his tail off (even though "work" has a little different connotation when you're a filmmaker - he had to do some location scouting where they shot "Jurassic ParK" and "Lost," along with a little shopping in Chinatown).
And now he's home. Currently trying to sleep over the sounds of Kids 3 and 4 dancing to "The Final Countdown" by Europe, which (by the way) has been much overplayed this week.
But it is so good to have him home. It's just right for him to be here, you know? Good. Safe. Complete.
In the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, "Hey, it's good to be together again."
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In just three short hours my sweetheart will be home too. There's nothing like being apart for teaching how sweet a thing it is to be together.
ReplyDeleteI love your blog and your great talent of writing. I also want to make your Mom's carrot casserole.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like being reunited. I was gone this weekend and came home to my husband. It feels right. It feels happy.
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