|The Weasel had landed!!
||[Aug. 11th, 2008|07:36 am]
Okay, so this post is only, like, 36 hours overdue. But better late than never, eh? Besides, we had...uh...other things to do.
Ferrett's plane landed on time Saturday night. After 6 weeks of separation, he was back in my arms. And damned if the first thing we did wasn't...
...talk. We talked for hours. We sat snuggled on the couch and just yakked and yakked about all kinds of things. Because, yeah, we talked on the phone daily and we emailed and IMed and texted each other, but none of those comes even close to being a substitute for just curling up together and talking for hours.
It was strange and wonderful to have my sweet baboo back, and to realize that, though the physical stuff was deeply missed, I'm still most in love with the part of him that I first fell in love with: his brain.
So if y'all don't see much of us in the next few days, it's because we are on an intellectual honeymoon - and needing to slot that in between my work schedule, his work schedule, and the fact that Amy arrived for a two week visit yesterday around noon (yeah, the timing on that could have been better in the Great Scheme of Things, but you have to do things when you can do them).
Now it's off to the dentist and then a meeting with clients. And THEN the next Big Pile o' Work and time with my kiddo.
And when that's all done, I get to cuddle up with my honey again and talk.
I'm all ears.