the little things

seven days since i arrived back in scotland! seven days to catch up with myself after four wonderful weeks with herself.

i miss her, i miss how we are together.

love may start like an out of control fire in a pine forest ...
fast and hot, flames bursting, the very air crackling with an almost painful intensity.

over time that fire learns how to exist as a warm, glowing ember. providing warmth and comfort by it's very presence. we find security in the knowledge that this ember of love still holds the high flames within and waits only for the time of togetherness

what do i miss most when distance separates us, i miss the everyday, the little things.

i miss her glee when she beats me at scrabble. i miss the relief i feel when i beat her at scrabble. after all my lady has zero skills in the spelling department!

i miss watching "the view" with her, would i watch "the view" without her ...
probably not, i watch because i enjoy her enjoyment.

i miss the laugh out loud factor of our relationship.
laughing out loud and frequently is magical. herself gifts me with this.

i miss the look of horror on her dear face when i commit some unseemly gaffe. herself knows how to behave appropriately in american society, whereas i...
i am a law unto myself, i have absolutely no need to behave appropriately in any society!

i miss sharing a really big pack of twizzlers with her.

i miss the delicious aromas which waft through the house when herself is cooking italian.

herself's vanity is legendary. i miss watching my lady primp and preen before the mirror.

i miss her innocence, i miss her wisdom.

i miss the light and contentment our togetherness brings to my life.

i miss you woman!

i may have banked my fire to an ember in order to exist in your absence. the flames may not be as visible when we are apart. the fire awaits only our togetherness.