Yesterday morning right around 8:00am, I made my bed.
This would have been around 5:00am, pacific time.
Of course Missy was still asleep then, at her friend Sue's, in Tacoma. She loves Sue very much. (As do I.) This was Missy's last day out west, after having been there for 9 days.
Long after I made our bed, she went to Seattle airport, and got on a plane.
On board, she texted with me, to let me know she'd made the flight, and loved me, and missed me.
I let her know I felt the same way.
I'm pretty sure she knew this already. Doesn't matter. Saying how much you love your spouse is a bit like real estate in Japan - you can never have enough of it.
She got to Salt Lake City, for her layover.
A little while later, she got on the very long flight from Salt Lake City to DC.
I may have watched the progress of her flight on my phone once or twice during my workday. (Or maybe like 15 times. Possibly 35 times.) Eventually, she landed in DC, where she was now much closer to me.
I'm the blue dot in this picture. But that's inaccurate, because I wasn't blue at all. I was excited.
I knew at any moment she was going to come out of this hallway.
And about three minutes later, she did!
After which I:
- hugged her
- kissed her
- got her bags to the car
- drove her home
- brought both suitcases inside up many steps
- went to bed with her in the bed which I had made that morning.
See? I told you I had a good reason to make it. Glad I did.