Once he comes in he usually goes to shower so he can “wash the plane off” of himself and then he comes to the sofa and snuggles up next to me and tells me how much he missed me and how glad he is to be home. And then I say the same thing. And the best part? We both really mean it.
What could be better than that?
So here’s to Thursday night. Cheers! {lifting my glass of milk…}
p.s. is it here yet?
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