One Week

I woke up this morning to the sound of roosters crowing, our trusty fan blowing a refreshing breeze of tropical air into our bedroom, and a parrot outside whistling cat calls to whomever may be close by.

In one week this will all be over.  This great adventure that Jesse and I have been talking about since before we were married will be done and we will be thrust back  into the working ways of American society.

I don't dread that.  In fact I am looking forward to it.  I miss the comfort that a structured, routine life brings.  But, I know that along with that life comes this one very certain reality - I am going to have to share my best friend again.

Don't get me wrong.  I love sharing this man with others.  It is one of my greatest joys!  He is so full of life and enthusiasm that I can't help but smile as I watch the world interact with him.  It continually makes me fall in love with him again.  But, I also can't help but feel a little bit selfish after spending 24/7 with him for the last four months.

So, for these last few precious days that we have together, just the two of us, I am going to cherish the morning cuddles, the lunches together, the hand holding, the looks, the kisses, the conversations, the jokes that only I can laugh at, the dreaming of more adventures together, and the moments of silence.  I love this man and I love this life with him.

Cold Feet

Dear Husband,

I know that you like going camping with the boys.  You get to catch fish, and scale large rocks, go exploring and adventuring.  You play sneak up on the animals and cook food over an open fire.  You talk about girls and that other thing that has to do with girls.  You grow a beard overnight and sleep on the cold hard ground.  You get to be really, really manly and I love that about you!

But, PLEASE come home.  I miss my best friend and snuggle buddy.  You know, the one that keeps my feet warm and night and makes sure that the house is locked tight to keep me safe.  The one that tells me I am beautiful when I wake up and gives me love pats on the bootay while I am cooking.  THAT guy needs to come home now cause I am lonely without him.