day 112: wake-up call

Sure was a good thing it was him that called this morning at 8.

'Cause if it was anyone else, they would've been ignored. Especially since I went to bed only 6 1/2 hours earlier.

But with the kids dreamily still snoozing, I had a complete and full hour on the phone. Uninterrupted. Just me. Talking to him.

I really just love that man.

I love how he can take my dumb mistakes and show me how funny they were.

I love how he lets me ramble on about whatever's on my mind, and he knows to just listen (or, at least I think he is, from a few thousand miles away).

I love how I've known him for 12 1/2 years but I've yet to find him dull or boring. Or have yet to have nothing to talk about with him.

I love how I feel that I know him better than the back of my own hand, yet he still finds ways to throw me a curveball once in a while, one that hits me on the side of the head and distorts my vision of everything else around me. He's awfully good at that.

Oh, and I love how he's coming home in 3 months. Seriously. 3 months.

(I think I can do this)