7:56 p.m., 2004-11-28
My lovely sweet dear Ryans is gone. But always to return again for a few right kisses at some wonderful time in the future. This time, less than a month from now. And staying for a month. What could be better?
Today was an especially almost perfect day, and those are the best kind to have together. He picked me up from work and we went out to breakfast with my dad. We returned to my house to play some video games and watch a movie. Then we went to my grandma's house to watch Friday's taped episode of Joan of Arcadia with my aunt, got a phone call from his dad informing us that his flight left two hours earlier than we had thought (gripe!) and then back home to snuggle as much of the remaining time away as we could. And we succeeded. And that's always nice. I gave him a little massage, he tickled me to death, we told horrible jokes and cracked each other up. And that is always what it is most importantly about. And I love us. And I love him as well...and I'm thankful for our third Thanksgiving together and all the simple fun he had while he was here.
