Heading Home

Leaving him is hardly a sad thing. We enjoy our weekends together and make memories that, even if I tried, could never forget. I wouldn’t try. We hug, smile and one of us leaves for home. The few days following our visit, I’m left with aching stomach muscles from laughing so hard and a lingering grin that I can’t ever seem to wipe off my face. I’m also left with tighter pants because he feeds me too much, but we won’t get into that. Between our times together I do miss sharing the everyday things with him in person, but I get by with tons of memories, goofy messages throughout the day, and phone calls at night. I am so pleased to know that heading for home each time is only one visit closer to being home. And, that is hardly a sad thing.