Leslie is on her flight back to Los Angeles, to our home, to my arms.
Can. Not. Wait.
The kids are in Vegas for a cousin's wedding, so tonight it's just me and my better half. Maybe we'll order in some camarones con crema de chipotle from La Cocina and listen to some Bread on the stereo in the library.
I really miss her. Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart colder and in need of an extra blanket. Absence makes the heart cry teardrops that soak through to the eyes. Absence is a right bastard.
Thank The Lord, absence is, sometimes, not forever.
The Gift
-
[Christmas, 1965 or thereabout]
The boy was very young; perhaps 7 or 8 years old. He loved everything about
Christmas - the lights, the music, Santa ...
4 months ago
3 Comments:
I am right there with you. It is oh so much better when the honey comes home. Ain't it the truth.
Enjoy your romantic night!
Enjoy the time together in loving embrace, THEN eat.
You all are good. I like this blog. Think I'll stay for awhile...ya hear?
Keep up the good work. Don't let anything slide between your legs...
ExpatFromHell
Post a Comment