Home Is Where *HE* Is

I've been in Minnesota for a week and a half now.

And what I have to say is this: My husband could pack up and move to the Himalayas and shack up with a sherpa, and HOME would still be where he is. It's hard to be away. And it gets harder every time I go somewhere he isn't. I miss my family here like no one's business. That's for certain.

But Ry...yeah. He's the one that makes wherever I am, home. I miss him like I would miss my left eye, if it were gone. You know? :)

I've been to Maplewood State Park with my soul sisters. I've been to Fargo and helped my aunt spend $1000 on explosives. I've celebrated Independence Day and my dad's 10th anniversary with Jesus. I'm looking forward to doing more trivia at Zorbaz with friends, watching the Yankees/Twins game with my grandma, going to the Twins/White Sox games and maybe the Minnesota zoo with my soul sisters. I'm looking forward to getting together with my friends from high school--a golf reunion of sorts. I'm looking forward to having a bonfire with family and friends. I would like to say I'm looking forward to my 29th birthday, but in reality, I'm not. I am hoping I get to see my friend Marty do at least one demo derby.

But mostly, I'm looking forward to seeing my husband. For any amount of time. Because home is where he is.