Back To Reality

After a wonderful weekend spent with my husband, I am back home. Last night we went to the Case football game and worked in the press box. Jeff has to work at some of the football games and last night was one of them. I am not hugely into football, but watching the number 10 ranked team (division 3) in the country from the press box was pretty cool! We also went to a half-way to St. Patrick's Day party. Today we went to the gym for a while and out to an early dinner before I had to be to the airport. We did not do anything extravagant, but it was great just to be together. The stupid little things that couples take for granted, are the things that now mean so much.

Once at the airport, with goodbyes and a few tears behind me, I was disappointed to hear my flight would be delayed due to mechanical problems. Great! I'm sitting here, in the same city as Jeff, and I can't even be with him! On top of that, my plane has is falling apart! I wanted to cry, but shedding tears in public is not really my thing. So, I decided to eat! With the first announcement, I treated myself to a large ice cream covered in Oreo cookie crumbles. I was just finishing up my sundae when they announced that we would be delayed at least another hour. I felt the need to eat more. I was thinking Goldfish or Animal Crackers, some of my favorite snacks, but on my way to the little snack store, the smell of Cinnabon's captured my attention. I am usually fairly good at passing up those delicious aromas, but today it was not happening. This delay had resulted in a Cinnabon with an extra carton of frosting. With all the flying I am going to be doing, I hope for the sake of my body, that my flights don't get delayed too often! The food was very tasty, but still not worth me sitting in the same city as Jeff, unable to see him.

Now that I am back home, I can't decide if coming back this time was better or worse. In one aspect, it is better because I have an idea what to expect. I have done it before. However, that is what also makes it worse. I have done it before. Being without Jeff, whether it's been done before or not, makes nothing easier or better.

I miss him already, and now my dog is mad at me. I came home smelling like Jeff, and he didn't get to see him. And yes, Jeff, I told Shea you say hi.