Shout-out to my hubby

When Jason leaves on a trip, I miss him something fierce right away. This time is no exception. After taking him to the airport at the wee hours of the morning, I went home and back to bed. Still to awake and turn over to his cold side of the bed that was warm with him a few hours before. I think it's in these moments of longing and of my heart stretching in pain that I realize how much I love him and how much I have. Here are a few that I think about:

I love kissing his temple and smelling his skin and hair
I love laying next to him, wrapped up like a fragile package
I love when he walks in the door at the end of the day, sleeves rolled up and hair a little less perfect from the long day
I love the smell of his shirts after he's worn them
I love finding his notes to himself throughout the day
I love the sweet text messages he sends me as he's going to bed in a far away hotel
I love his goofiness and spaziness in the morning after he's taken a shower
I love when he lies on top of me and the weight encompasses me
I love coming home to him
I love making dinner for him
I love being loved by him

My dear, sweet husband: Come home to me soon. I miss you.

(Business?) Trip

A weekend in San Francisco:

Fleet Week flying over the bay

Blue Angles from on top of Alcatraz

Cute little trees from our view

Amazingly large succulents on Alcatraz

A beautiful sunset view on the plane ride home.


A few highlights:

Eating lunch with Jason at his favorite lunch spot
Drinks and great conversation at our favorite speakeasy
Meeting an old friend from college and meeting her 3 adorable children
Sitting outside on a beautiful day,
sketchbook in hand listening to the new Damien Jurado
Time with my best friend.