You know the one bad thing about getting to spend three hours with someone you love? It makes you want another three hours. And another. And another. And, and, and...
I have been in Houston the last five days. It's the trip I had to reschedule because of Rita the Bitch. Now, all five days were wonderful. The Duck and I can go weeks, months, years without ever being in touch and *POOF* it's like we have never been apart once we are indeed back together. Wonderful. But those three hours? Those were the three hours I spent just with my Dear One.
I finally got my arms around him. Touched him, held him, made sure he really was okay. And then we started to laugh. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I laughed that hard. For three hours, we talked about everything, nothing, and laughed and just were. I met Momma. I walked through his house so I can picture him on the computer when we chat. The tears were there when I had to say goodbye to him ~ but, honestly, at that point I was too tired to cry.
Still, I saw him. He's beautiful. I'll see him again. And I already miss him.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
3 comments:
I am so glad you had a chance to spend time with "The Dear One"! It's wonderful to have a "Dear One" in our lives..... but I wonder about the Duck?
It's great to have you back in blogland and looking forward to more Pobble Thoughts.
I am new to your site but it was beautiful reading about how happy you are....
Glad you had fun, now I can see why you two have so much fun talking to each other.
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