Marty has been out of town for the past three and a half weeks. He's been on the west coast. Working. On a yacht.
We've missed him dearly. We've survived and everyone got fed everyday and the house didn't burn down. But still, we've missed him.
Marty came home today. All of a sudden it feels like order has been restored. The home and family are as they should be.
It's nice.
Welcome home, Marty.
4 comments:
When they're gone, even though life goes on, home never feels quite complete. I'm glad he's back.
Yay! I am glad he is back. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. But, wish we didn't have to endure the distance.
Yay! Now Razor can finally stop her bellyaching! (Or just she just ham it up, now that her audience has doubled?) Either way, I'm glad Marty's back!
I love to be together again when either one of us has been gone. A friend just told me her husband said that he couldn't wait to be back together after their separation of a week, that then the world would be right again and he would be ok. I know how that feels. Glad your world is right!
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