River Rafting and Four Days of Singledom

THIS HANDSOME MAN JUST GOT BACK FROM RAFTING THE YAMPA RIVER. He said it was 40 degrees and hailing, they hit some pretty bad rapids and almost flipped, his tent leaked and his friend snored, but that he had a blast, the food was good, the company was great (company as in friends, and company as in company – here is where we pause and be jealous that Kevin’s work took them all river rafting).

He returned dirty and smelling like camping (a mixture of sweat, dust and firewood, sexy. No really.) He told me that he’d missed me. He really, really missed me! And I missed him too – I mean, I had fun running around for a few nights with my gang of girlfriends and sisters, staying up until midnight and eating mac and cheese two meals in a row just because I could, but it’s just too quiet here without my Kevin to argue with and talk to and tease.

And let’s not talk about sleeping alone. I had nobody to put my cold feet on and the dog – MY dog, whom I took in and loved and nurtured, wouldn’t even sleep on the bed with me, yet he slept with Kevin all weekend once while I was gone. The dog is a dirty, rotten traitor (and Kevin wonders why I like cats).

Welcome home love.

I’m glad you’re back.