Ok, in my last post, I told you how much I missed my darlin' husband. But that he was coming home. He did. Sort of. So, how do you sort of come home? Yeah, I know. It's a crazy story.
Thursday morning he was almost home--about 80 more miles to go. He got a phone call from work. Heartbreaking news. Said he had to go back to Houston. Had to be there early the next day.
So, you know what I did, don't you? Oh, yeah!
I took off from work so that I could go with him. Not what we had planned, but definately better than not seeing him at all.
A short weekend, but really sweet.
A long drive back home Sunday for my daughter-in-law and me. But worth it.
And there's more. I've got dinner ready. Well, except for baking the rolls. I'm waiting for the oven to preheat.
And guess who's coming to dinner?
Sweet girl, you are so right!
My man and I are dining at home tonight!
And I may cook every night this week just because he's here.
That would add even more craziness to this little love story!