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In the afternoon

17 Feb

My FirebirdSometime Friday afternoon, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked up at the clock.” I got excited. It meant my husband, aka Mr. Rockstar, was home and we had plans that night. I wasn’t excited just because we had plans–every afternoon when I hear the car door slam I get excited, and usually run to the front door to unlock it and open the door for him so I can greet him with a big smile and a hug.

For me, it’s so nice to come home to him, or when he comes home to me. I miss him during the day, and when he ends up back on the road I probably won’t see him during the week, so I’m taking advantage of the fact that I get to see him everyday during the week right now. Sometimes I have dinner made, other times I’m in the middle of dinner, but there are times when he gets off work early and I haven’t even started dinner.

I’ve been in prior relationships, when I didn’t want to come home. When home was the last place I wanted to be.  So has he. So we’re happy when we get to see each other–we actually miss each other when we’re away from each other. I know, I know, it sounds a bit sappy, but it’s the truth. I never thought I’d be one of those people, you know, the one’s who don’t want to be away from the other person, the couple who seems joined at the hip, but now that I’m with Mr. Rockstar, there’s really no one I’d rather spend time with. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with my children, my parents, my friends–and it doesn’t have to include Mr. Rockstar. But when I’m not with him, I miss him. And he feels the same way, so we tend to spend most of our time together. We do visit family without the other, and we do spend some time with friends without the other, but it’s not all the time.

So once tomorrow hits and we’re back to grind of our work week, I’ll be looking forward to hearing the sound of the car door slam so I can greet him at the door. :D

Daily Prompt: The Clock Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”

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Posted by on February 17, 2013 in DPChallenge, family, friends, home

 

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3 responses to “In the afternoon

  1. spinningblackbirds

    February 17, 2013 at 7:58 pm

    Hey, I’m one of those people too :)

     
  2. TammyeHoney

    February 17, 2013 at 8:41 pm

    Loved your story so sweet like a box of chocolates. Thank You for sharing and for the ping back

     

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