I. am. home.
Home!
One happy aspect of going away
is returning.
This is part of a text from Mr. R
I received between flights:
"I have baked the chicken
if you want a snack when you arrive home,
and,
there are strawberries for your breakfast
(raspberries too).
Just putting freshly laundered sheets on the bed at this point.
Would you like a cherry tomato on your pillow
(notice I didn't say chocolate)?
I can't wait to pick you up from the gate.
Love, love, love"

I am the luckiest gal!
Forget calling him Mr R...
he is really Saint Steve!
**MWAH**
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