When I talked to him on the phone yesterday, he sounded different. He asked me a question for the first time over the telephone instead of simply rambling on about construction equipment and fire trucks. He said, "Go see Boppa and Gua, okay?" My heart skipped a beat. I told him we would see my parents soon and that I loved him. He said he loved me, too.
As for me, I drank margaritas this week. I had people wait on me in restaurants. I went bowling. I spent time with Brian. I painted my nails bright pink. I didn't clean the house. I spent time writing. I took a nap. I went shopping. I played video games. I spent hours on the phone. I watched a trashy movie. I made a beaded bracelet. I did the advanced aerobics DVD collecting dust in my closet. I took a bath. I lit many candles. I cooked spicy food. I shared a bottle of champagne. I served a candlelight dinner. I ate a meal at the table in the formal dining room.
It was a wonderful week, but today I'm doing the happy dance. Erik is coming home!