I had to go in to my office today for the first time since we've been back and it struck me as I was driving that I get to come home to her.
I get to come home to the woman I love, serve, cherish, and adore and who I know feels the same way about me. Going home is fun now. Hopefully there'll be some sexy fun times, but also I just look forward to laying in bed next to her (and our crazy menagerie) and watching TV, playing Animal Crossing together (anyone need friends?), eating snacks, and laughing a lot.
I'm happy, ya'll (she's teaching this yank to talk Southern) and it's all her fault.
Don't worry. I'm sure I'll be back to being an angsty curmudgeon soon. But for now, this boi is finally happy.
(Reminder: wash your hands and wear a fucking mask and don't be a racist).
