The Tish reflects and misses him and drinks a grip of wine and watches lots of chick flicks and texts her friends and has cry-y moments with her girls that make her world even more lovelier.
Mark left for his awesome little twin time in Vail, Colorado and I missed him the moment he pulled out of the garage. I know...totally lame and girly but I did. I didn't think I would actually lol...true story: All that home boy did for two weeks was talk about Vail and snow and shredding and snowboarding this bowl and that bowl...blah blah blah. I was so ready for that boy to get out of my face with that mess...then the minute he was leaving I changed my mind.
I really do get super weirded out that I'm that girl... I like to believe nothing changed after I got married; that I'm still the same girl with the same cool laid back stance on relationships...including the one I have with myself, but I love and need Mark. He makes a night at home watching chick flicks pretty darn wonderful.
Dude gets back today and I'm doing little happy dances. I shall try not to smother him, but I make no guarantees he won't say, "Chill baby, chill!"
I don't know what this means for my gangsterness. I've been writing in my journal more trying to figure out this new me is.
Just gonna take it one lovely day at a time and revel in all things husband. I still find girls who make their man their everything and only thing lame, but I'm making room for the girl who makes room for her husband.
New chapter. Page One.