My husband, a.k.a. Mr.Right, has been gone (on tour with his band) since early February. Tomorrow morning, sometime around the crack of dawn, he will sleepily wander into this house, and I’ll finally be able to look at his sweet face in person again.
We met on this very day, six years ago, and not a day goes by that I don’t think about how lucky I am to be married to him. He is my backbone, my heart, my inspiration…my only.
I’ve got a LOT of projects planned for us to work on over the next month, while he’s home, but tomorrow…well, I just want to cook him breakfast and stare at him the whole day.
See ya Monday 🙂
Layla
