I’ve been kind of grumpy lately, for reasons that I won’t go into but that would--just trust me on this one here--make pretty much anyone grumpy. Also, D is traveling a ton for work again this summer and I’m not happy about this, but I am happy that this year he’s able to come home on the weekends. Two years ago he was, at one point, gone for four weeks at a time. Last year it was up to two weeks at once. This year the longest I will go without seeing him is four or five days, if all goes according to plan (which it may not, but I don’t want to think about that). Last week was the first of these trips, and he left on Sunday night. This really sucked because it was my birthday (ugh) but at least when I got home from work on the following Friday he was there waiting for me.
Four or five days might not sound like a long time but I cannot even tell you how much I missed him. Now that we live together I’m used to seeing him every day. He is there when I wake up, and makes me smile before I have to go to that place that decidedly does not make me smile. He gets home shortly after I do, and is always willing to let me kvetch about my day. We work out together most days, and half-marathon has been much more bearable because he usually runs with me at least a couple times a week. He cooks elaborate meals for me almost every night. He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, and he makes me feel safe. I cannot tell you how many times a night I wake up when he’s not there. I actually took to keeping a baseball bat by the bed, which I’m sure would be completely useless but that makes me feel better when he’s gone.
Sometimes it’s hard to remember that hey, despite all that other junk, life is really good right now, and I have the best boyfriend in the whole world. Last night we were talking about the move to Pittsburgh and he said “Hey, it’s gonna be great. You and me, a little team, exploring a brand new city.” He’s right, it’s gonna be awesome. Thanks baby. My life would suck without you.