I seriously thought Mr Hunter was the Rascal Flatts. Props to this new singer. I know they play it all the time on the radio, but I'm not tired of it yet. In fact, it makes me so happy to think of Mr Smith when I hear this song. I miss him tonight. He is two time zones away from me, and all I want to do is find myself wrapped up in his arms. I got home from work at 8:30 tonight. Mostly my own fault, I'm learning. I think the most frustrating part is knowing it's easy, but that it takes time to be efficient and understand all the details. I let myself get too worried that I lose focus when there is a time crunch. It'll come. But for now, I'm grateful for the extended weekend. My boss thought I was strange when I said I planned on sleeping. I think it sounds absolutely terrific. That way, I can dream of my lover without distraction. ps - I haven't cooked for the third evening in a row. turns out you get married to take care of someone else.
It's really just beginning: Sometimes, even as ordinary as it seems, I need to share it. To get it all out there. It drives Mr Smith nuts that I share my life. But I do. And this is it. We aren't perfect, but I love Mr Smith and this blog is dedicated to our life together. It's so I can remember. It's so our children may know."