What a joy to hear his footsteps stomping around upstairs!
Scott's been on a business trip to Southern Florida for the past two weeks and he finally, finally, finally got home late last night.
This is the longest we've been apart since I studied in Scotland 17 years ago.
And it was no fun at all.
In the grand scheme of things, two weeks is not that bad. Our family is unusually tight-knit, though, so it felt like an eternity. This type of travel is only going to increase. I guess we all better get used to it.
He's planning to leave again shortly. Way to shortly, if you ask me. He mentioned flying out on May 9th, but I said, "You do know that's Mother's Day, right?" He quickly changed his mind. (heehee)
My parents will be visiting just then, too, and I think it will make for a very sad day to have all of them leave at the same time. Their schedule's flexible, so we'll make it work. And if they all have to leave on the same day? I'll comfort myself with a very large batch of chocolate chip cookie dough.
Plans for today to enjoy our family together again? No idea. He's pretty tired from his flight, so he'll probably just want to rest today.
Okay by me. As long as he's here where I can walk through the living room and roll my eyes at the bad sci fi show he's watching. Where I can "suggest" he fold some laundry. Where I can feed him home-cooked food for the first time in fourteen days. Where I can pull him over to the couch and curl up in his arms.
It's good to have him home.