I've been missing him lately. We have only been meeting lips and noses and toes as we fall into bed together at around 11:30 each night. On Monday and Wednesday I managed to go have lunch with him at work as this is my last week before my 23 credit term, split between PCC and PSU=no life. Even today I was going to ride along with him as he did pick ups for work, and then hang out this evening. Instead, I am going over to a friend's because I have a feeling something is a brewing with her and her boyfriend of going on 2 years, and I want her to have the opportunity to spill.

I did have plans with Melika until 3 seconds ago, which I just cancelled, because dammit-I want to see my husband.

The funny thing is, I don't ever even really know what exactly it is I want to do. I find the most joy when we're actually doing nothing, like sitting next to each other on the couch holding hands and watching a movie. Maybe I'll get him to do yoga with me tonight....which would be a serious feat considering he has the dexterity of a 75 year old man.

One.More.Day. of double dose prednisone, and I am not sad at all whatsoever to see it go.

This post was more supposed to be about the amazingness of my husband, how grateful I am to have him in my life, what an amazing support system he is. How when I'm there for my friends going through crisis he has his phone in his hand the entire time waiting for me to call him should I need him. That he says the exact right thing at all the exact right times. That he looks damn good naked...that I am afraid something big and world changing will happen in the next few years and the thing I'm most afraid of is that I'll lose him.

So I am constantly reminding myself that I am far more important than the birds.

Did I mention though, his wonderfully kissable lips? ;)