Eric will be home in three hours.
He was delayed three days.
I've been giddy and awake since three o'clock.
Is it Christmas morning?
Has the bull arrived?
I fell asleep to a lecture.
"Young lady, that final better be written and the toy box better be neat and organized, with my new bullwhip right on top. I want your black boots at the foot of the bed. The plug must be in place one hour before I walk through the door and no hiding anything. I can't wait to kiss you but then, once we've had our hello, you will sit at the kitchen table and wait until I call you to our room. It's a big day for you, Amy. You will regret telling me to 'man up' my dear."
Did I mention I'd said that?
Uh... a couple of times. It kind of slipped out when I got the call that his trip had been extended three days and somehow a voice that completely resembled mine stated something like, "Why don't you man up and tell your boss you have a wife that needs you home every once in a blue moon?" In an attempt to recover, I've been suggesting he "man up" in every conversation we've had since then - in a joking way, so he knows I wasn't serious. The comment wasn't at all about being a man but about priorities. Although I realize I am at the top of his list, when work steals him away, it feels like I'm merely an afterthought. I have a feeling, he's going to make sure I feel differently very soon.
That amazing sensation that takes over mind, body and spirit.
We both have it. We both crave it. We both push it's limits.
Today, Eric will push mine. I have no doubt.