And now--he's gone

It's been over 24 hours since IH has left. He's in St. Louis right now for the annual show. I miss him...so much.

I missed the sound of the shower in the morning, and his nose-blowing sessions shortly thereafter that once annoyed me, but are now looked upon as just another note in the musical of my life. I missed his kiss goodbye this morning, and the way he looks in awe at little Miss C as she sleeps next to me. He's only been gone a day, but knowing he's hundreds of miles away makes it seem so much longer.

I stayed up with my mom last night watching TV and chatting, and it was nice because it's rarely just her and I, but I missed mine and IH's rice pudding sessions as we channel surf all night and finally settle on "Larry King Live" or the tail-end of some random movie. He always lets me have control over the remote, even if I make him watch "Project Runway" (again). He is the best person that I have even known. He has never judged me--not once, and he never, ever complains if the house is messy, the dinner's boring, or I haven't showered. In fact, not a day goes by that he doesn't let me know how beautiful he thinks I am--showered or not.

I'm not sure how or why I was fortunate enough to have him in my life, other than to say that I was blessed. Truly. He's gone through the worst times of my life with me and stuck by me. He even knows all about my OCD, and not only does he accept that ugly part of me, but he is my biggest support system, partner, and friend through it all.

And he massages me, like, every single day.