(Disturbing, no?)Oh my god what a week.
On tuesday evening (is today Thursday already? good grief) I was sitting at my 'puter, still sniffling softly over a sad email, a heartfelt "goodbye" from our mysterious dashing* doctor, when the doorbell buzzed. I went to the door, opened it...
blinked a few times...
then sucked all the air from the corridor as my brain caught up with my eyes and i realized who was standing in front of me. The Pirate grinned.
I threw my arms around him, shaking and crying while he held me in a vice grip, and time stood still.
We've hardly been apart since. He surprised me by coming home a day early, so I had nothing ready. We ended up getting pizza for dinner. Yesterday we had the feast that I'd planned, dined by candlelight, remembered how good it was to be with one another. We talked for hours, and when we went to bed, he spooned up against me with his forearm against my back for support, and held me all night, cradling me, keeping me warm.
We ate leftover apple pie for breakfast (oh yeah, i've been baking, my bitches) and played video games: a perfect holiday.
Today is Thanksgiving. This year I have more to be thankful for than ever. I am thankful for love. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. (And for that rediculous turkey photo. I'm thankful for that, too.)
*that's a clever pun, that is. He's dashing in the sense of handsome, yes, but he's also been dashing in and out of my life a lot in the last two weeks. See how that works?
6 comments:
splendid. Am still waiting for you to send me the good doctor though.
Yeah, I'm with GSE. I could do with a home visit from the handsome hippocrates.
my beauties, if i thought for one fraction of a second that he was your type, i would send him over instantly. but he's not. you'll have to trust me on this.
And just in time I might add..the sudden appearance of a dashing 6 footer replete with compassionate heart, attentive ear, gentle touch, and a bag chock a block full of high grade happy pills is no match for any man!
But before I start humming I'm Only Human by the Human League let me say how delighted I am that your Pirate is home (Thar be Treasure) and that your back is on the mend.
All is well that ends well.
Happy Thanksgetting Day!
That sounds so much nicer than those horrible elasticated back supports. Apple pie for breakfast, too. You spoil him.
Hooray for you! Hooray for the Pirate! And most of all, hooray for love!
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