She's home

My baby is home, she is sleeping. She has to work tomorrow, I am going in late. I can't list the mexican resturants she ate at, but they we're many. (fish tacos?)

I can't explain why we take seperate vacations, except she likes to relax, I like to keep moving. I can't explain why she is the love of my life, the center of my universe, the one who keeps me sane, but she is.

I missed her, I really did not know just how much until I saw her at the airport tonight. I felt the same feeling I had, the first time I saw her in high school.

Love at first sight and still I get the tingles.

After almost 32 years, I consider myself the most blessed man in the world.

Praise The Lord, I did not get hurt or injured during Stacy's vacation. It's a first. One that I would love to repeat.

Without her, I am nothing.