.....that I missed you last night.
You've been so busy with teaching, with preparing your grants, playing piano for that high school musical and all the rest of it.
We've been squeezing moments in, here and there. But, I feel as if I am always flying in the door just as you are flying out.
And, I miss you. I missed watching The Americans with you last night. I watched it by myself, but I missed you in the lazy boy with me. (I still can't believe I let you talk me into allowing that thing in our living room, but I do admit that it is pretty comfy...)
I missed falling asleep feeling your presence next to me.
And when I woke up at 3 a.m., you were doing what you always do when you are overly busy at work or stressed. Your hands were clutching, opening, closing, searching. So, I did what I always do when I wake up to find you in that state. I lifted up my tee shirt and let your hands find the small of my back. Touching my skin, you sighed and fell back into a softer sleep.
This morning, I awakened to your shadow next to the bed. You leaned down gently and said, "I don't mean to wake you up, you look so peaceful...but I won't be home until after you're in bed tonight and I just wanted to kiss you."
It was a sweet kiss. Sorry about the morning breath, but I know you don't mind.
I'll get through my busy day and you will get through yours. Then, I'll come home and make something totally unacceptable for Liv and my dinner. Last night, I made nachos. I see that look on your face, missy! Tonight...maybe I'll stop and pick up a pizza.
I know. Too many carbs, too much grease.
Here's the good news: you'll get to miss American Idol. (And frankly, I'm starting to agree with you. It is getting to be a tired old show.....)
The bad news is that I won't come home to see your smiling face.
And you know....I will miss that. So much.
So...I will miss you today.
Have a good day, my dearest love.
I love you...