I Hear Crickets.....

I think this is the first morning since July 11^th that I haven’t heard from my man.  Extremely quiet, which is rare for the past couple of months.  I didn’t stress about it, but was curious and I figured something was up.  Turns out…he left his phone at home.  Well, that’ll do it.  When I told him about the “July 11^th” thing, he apologized, but that wasn’t why I told him.  It was an observation.  

Maybe for me, it was more of a realization that I’m depending upon hearing from him first thing.  I’m almost expecting it, which isn’t really a good thing.  Once you start expecting things, you can be disappointed, and that’s not what I want.  I don’t want to take him for granted, or take the morning stuff for granted.  Each day is a gift, and I have to remember that.  Each morning text is a gift.  He is a gift.

I really am happy and so looking forward to his arrival this weekend.  I'm almost giddy with anticipation and can't wipe the "shit eating grin" off my face at work.  I even got compliments from Security about how I'm always smiling and happy...if they knew my guy...they'd know why!

Hello Cowboy!!!