The husband has been touring the country doing interviews for nearly a week now. We miss him so much, though I do need to tell him more.
Instead, I tell him how much I am getting done. And, I say it excitedly, like, "I'm doing great! I actually scrubbed the bathroom, did the dishes and packed a few boxes today while listening to conversations on the Mormon Channel!"
Checking these things off my "to do" list is exciting, but not nearly as exciting as having the man I love next to me. Not even close.
He makes my heart flutter with joy and anticipation, and hope: hope for all that we have to come together, for the comfort and calm I feel when we are together, and for the family we are building.
Yes, I miss him. So much that when he's gone I put myself into high gear bleaching the urine stains off the base of the toilet when he is away. And I stay up until two in the morning most nights writing up a storm, trying to forget I am alone(ish). And I fool myself into enjoying it. I am definitely a much better person when he is here.
We miss you, shmub.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
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