Missing Matt

Matt flew out this morning to go to Washington D.C. for work. He will be back Thursday, which is just 2 more wake-ups away.

We actually had a cheesy, movie-scene departure this morning. We were both driving side by side in our cars on the road. He needed to fork left toward TPA, I needed to stay right to head to work. We waved at each other through the windows, and as our cars slowly drifted apart and the distance between us grew, I became teary eyed.

I'm such a stinkin' sap! I have no idea why I do stuff like that sometimes. I was just overwhelmed with thoughts . . . how much I loved him . . . how happy I was . . . what if this was the last time I ever saw him . . .it went on and on. I don't make sense to myself sometimes, I can't imagine anyone else trying to figure me out.

I miss my Matt. The house is quieter and the bed emptier, but in this economy I am just thankful he has work to keep him busy.

Gotta go, I'm off to spread out wide in the center of our bed and hog all the covers.