dork

I'm a dork. I've been married for 9 years, with him for almost 13 and still my tummy flip-flops when I know he's on his way home. He's been gone a week and tonight he comes home.

Once he came home early from a trip and thought he'd surprise me. He took a taxi and then walked the last bit up the driveway. All I knew was that I woke up to the dogs growling. A low, throaty growl that means something is out there that shouldn't be. I could hear footsteps crunching on the snow, I got out the shotgun and went outside yelling. Luckily for us both he identified himself and all was well. He doesn't surprise me any more.

Tonight, I'll be expecting him. :-)

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