Yesterday I was at work, breaking my brain on this hard technical thing. In the middle of the day we had this two hour long meeting that didn't help matters. Around 5:30 Missy texts me, wanting to know what time I'm going to be home.
So I bang away at my tech problem for just a little while longer, then get in my car, and go home. When I get there, the house is warm, and bright, the dinner table nicely set, and I find meatloaf for dinner.
Missy makes really, really good meatloaf. It's delightful. And coming home to a hot dinner made with love, and eating with my family was just what I needed after a long, rather frustrating day.
She takes really good care of me. I really love her.