Yesterday I spent most of the day on the road returning from vacation. It was a good vacation that saw my daughter turn 7 in the Magic Kingdom.
All the way home I was thinking about how nice the family vacation was and how much I wished that T had been there.
When I finally got home, I was glad to be there. There is something comforting about being in your own bed, among you're own stuff. With all the familiar sounds, smells and feels. I like being home. I like hanging out at home and being there with my family. But for me, there are is one thing missing. T is not there with me so home for me is not yet home.
I was not able to see T tonight, but I will see him tomorrow. I will be there with his family, but that is OK. I will just be happy to see him. To smell him. To kiss him, even if it is a stolen kiss when no one is looking will, at least partly, fill a void in my heart.
Thursday I am looking to spend a lot more time with him. He does not work on Thursday's but I think I might be developing a "virus" that could make me have to leave work early on Thursday so I can see him more.
At least for a few hours this week, I will be home.