Sappy sap sap.

My Love returns in a little over a week and to say I am thrilled would be an understatement. I'm not normally prone to tears but just thinking about seeing him, holding his hand, hearing his laugh, watching him move in our home, makes me want to bawl like a big ole baby from happiness. He is my heart and my world and my happiness. He causes me to make grandiose (yet totally true) statements on love and how someone is out there for everyone who is their ideal and perfect match. He makes me want to be a better person, and shows me continually, in every way, every day, what love is. Lordy. Words fail me to adequately describe my love for him. He might not be cool with his photo on the nets, but with a face like that, who am I to deny the world his handsomeness? (Biased? Me? Never.) To reiterate, I love him!

In Scotland with my Brother Unit.

Prepping for dinner at a friends house in Vermont. So handsome!

In Unalakleet Alaska with a Grayling. A man totally in his element.

The look of looooooove in Venice on our honeymoon.

Being a goober.

Overlooking Edinburgh. Him: dashing as hell. Her: windblown and extra Jay Leno chin-y.

I've saved the best for last. Clearly. Behold! Sexy, no?

I love him so much it hurts. The strangest thing I can describe is being at home, in your house, in your bed, and feeling such intense homesickness you can hardly breathe. Because while I may have a physical home, he is my actual home.

Welcome home Dearheart. I've missed you so!

PS Are you ticked off to be on the interwebs? Or flattered because I am declaring my love for you across oceans and lots of cable and stuff? Hopefully it's the latter.