Late Night Rantings Of A Buzzed Mind

Dear Boyfriend,

I never realize how much I want you until I know you're not here. You've been out plowing since 4 a.m (one of the qualities I adore the most about you). I woke up alone, I drank coffee alone, I watched the news alone... and for some reason... it just wasn't the same. I cherish you for your hard work, but God help me... I miss you.

I brought in wood for the fire 6 times today all by myself. If you'd have been here you would have smiled with pride. You'd have laughed at me for being determined to prove my independence and you'd have grinned at me as I dropped the stack of wood on my foot and proceeded to curse loud enough for New Jersey to hear.

The power went out at least 8 times since you've been gone. Luckily for me it always came back on within three minutes. I counted. I wished you were here to set up a back up generator (or whatever you say when you tell me how we get power in case of emergency). However, I set up candles in all the important places and I kept the fire roaring in case I needed a surge of light. Thank you for teaching my spoiled suburban ass how to fend for myself.

You make me laugh. Even when I'm mad at you. I guess that's one of the reasons I love you the most. Your unfailing sense of making things right, even it means admitting that you're wrong (which we both know I'm not good at). You have a way of bringing out my obstinate side. I think it amuses you. I love the way you smirk at me when you know you're right. You should do that more often.

Yvonne and Mya just left. It makes a girl understand the meaning of being a woman. We wait patiently for you to arrive home, knowing that you're out working your ass off while also knowing that we so wish you were here to help us build snowmen and to find the candles when the power goes out and to shovel the walkway, you know... the "regular" things. I guess we just have to sigh knowing that we fell for men who know how to use their hands; NOT a bad thing.

I just want you to know that despite my lack of appreciation for you and my stubbornness on proving how I'm always right all the time (which I'm not... but which I'll also never admit again so make sure you print this), I love you. I love you for everything you are; from your steady temperament that so contrasts my own to the army boots you lay strewn throughout our home. I love you... and I can't wait for you to come home.

All my love,
K

P.S. I watched an episode of Lost without you, woops ;-)