You guys, the Fur Baby and I just dropped the Mr. off at our church. He is taking a bus full of youth to a summer camp until FRIDAY.
I have to admit there were tears. The Fur Baby was crying, loudly. I was silently tearing up. The Mr. was trying to be strong for us both. It was hard.
I can sit here and call myself a cry baby or a ridiculous wuss. But, truth is I think it speaks volumes of the love we all have for each other. All three of us.
We have done the long distance thing already. I have earned my dues. So I know these five days will be okay. Nothing compared to the 10 months apart we had to endure in the early part of our relationship.
I'm still going to make a paper chain countdown. Don't laugh.
I'm still going to send mushy texts to the Mr.
I'm still going to have a hard time sleeping without him next to me, even if Bree and the Fur Baby will be doing a great job of hogging the bed and the covers.
That's my right as a Mrs. To be sad when I'm apart from my better half. To feel kind of lonely without him around. To cry when we say goodbye, only if it's for five days. To embrace him a little longer and a little tighter.
Say a few prayers for me if you think about it. And the Mr. too.
I will be fine. I am always determined to make the best of every situation.
Bree and I will be getting a lot of quality sister time in, complete with romantic comedies, laughter, good food, the Olymipcs, and treats.
I miss you Mr. See you in approximately 124 hours!