I just said goodbye to a great friend.
We had a blast swimming in shark infested waters, leaping from rocky cliffs into rolling waves, slurping up delish hawaiian shave ice and soaking up the glorious sun rays. I loved every moment of every day.
Now that Heather is gone, I am looking forward to the day my husband returns. It is rumored that he may be home, Saturday, in the late afternoon. I simply won't know till the day of.
I long for his hugs again. I long for the companionship. I long for good conversations instead of 10 words texts.
I hope that the next two days pass by mighty quickly. However, when he is finally home, I want time to
s...l...o...w...l...y
o...o...z...e
o...u...t
t...h...e
m...i...n...u...t...e...s
over the one, maybe two, weeks that I have left with him.
My joy is rare two hour naps cured up in a warm blanket on a rainy afternoon.
