I just spent a great time in North Carolina visiting a friend and her sweet family, but boy was I ready to come home. Don't get me wrong, I loved visiting and hanging out with them but it was the first time that Hubby and I were apart for that long since we've been married. I felt like we were dating again because I would call him every night and text him like crazy during the day and counting down the days until we were reunited (insert song here: Reunited and it feels so good...).
When I finally made it home, with a new hair color, it was like releasing a breath I didn't know I was holding. Walking into our small, too cramped apartment and seeing Hubby walk through the door after work, cooking dinner & cleaning up afterwords just made me feel... right. Heck, even doing the laundry felt good!
But, what was the best was the sweetness of seeing Hubby and just cuddling with him while watching the never ending parade of John Wayne, "Pilgrim..." and sippin' on some good ol' iced tea while in our pajamas.
I guess the heart does grow fonder with time because, man, isn't it sweet to come home?
