Lifted weights. Champagne for breakfast. Laughter resonating off bedroom walls. Tunes that build up to a brilliant end. A full moon seen from the window of an airplane. Rekindling. Family dates. The realization that everything you dreamed of is creeping at the tips of your fingers. Honesty. Barefeet and spring dress weather during the holidays. Cooking cajun style navy beans and rice for papa. Crusty baguettes. Acting like a smitten kitten. Christmas music and little sisters.
Patsy Cline in the morning. Baking Gingerly Ginger Cookies for coworkers and special someones. Reading snail mail in knee highs with a hot cup of tea. A clean room and a nearly packed suitcase. The beginning of what could be a beautiful weekend.
When I get back I want to bake too many cookies, build forts to hide from the snowy weather, kiss you know who in the snow, spend too much time in bed with movies, red wine, home cooked dinners and you. Is that too much to ask?