Missing you.

I ran away from work yesterday to go to an appointment, and on the way I got to see Tim. I always forget how much I love seeing Tim in the middle of the day. It almost never happens. We didn't do much together, but for some reason I am wishing he could hold my hand today in the middle of the day. Or that he could kiss my cheek just like he did yesterday. Yesterday I was quickly reminded that I really did marry my best friend. Love you hon. See you soon. Wish it was right now.

1 comment :

  1. I love "fresh eye moments," with husbands. When we see them as if for the first time. It usually happens when we see the man outside of his regular context. Last week I was leaving my apartment for work, when Bryan rounded the stairway corner. He looked incredibly dashing. And I fell in love with him all over again.


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