Larry doesn't live with me unfortunately; our lives and families dictate that we live some miles apart. He does, however, work daily in my town, so we see each other as often as possible. When I got divorced, I declared that was my last marriage. I decided I could have love and sex without being married. I could have companionship and a partner without being married. I could have someone to go out with and someone to be my best friend without being married. I could have someone to share the world and ups and downs of life with, without being married. I forgot one thing. I forgot about that moment when he comes "home" from work.... that moment when the key hits the lock. (well for us its knock on the door, but still). That moment when you first meet eyes after a day of other distractions and issues. That moment when all seems right with the world. The moment when he comes home.
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And does he yell, "Honey, I'm home?"
no actual, he likes to sneak in and scare the livng daylights out of me!
I should be so lucky to have someone like you who sits around and thinks of these things!
Life just seems so much fuller when there is someone there to share it all with. Living under the same roof isn't the important part.. the sharing is the important part. :-)
well..... that was a perfectly timed response.....
:)
That's lovely - I must remember the sentiment next time I just think 'Oh thank God, someone else can do story and bedtime tonight' as the toddler attempts to scale the stairgate, yelling 'DADDA'!
mel well i have already done my toddler time, as well as terrrible twos time and teenager time and twentyone time, so i am fortunate to just be able to enjoy it now...
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