Each weekend it gets harder to kiss each other goodnite on Sunday. We cherish Saturdays, the one night we're both kid-less, and therefore the only night we sleep in each other's arms. Sundays come and we're still together, every Sunday for longer than the previous one. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to say "good bye" or "see you later" when we can't make Sunday evening last any longer. It used to be that I was on such a high from the weekend, it would keep me floating through another Monday. But this week is different. I missed him as soon as he hugged me one more time, told me he loved me and got in his car. His son forgot his phone so it gave me an excuse to see him one more time last night. But then with another hello came another difficult goodbye. I arrive back home lonely and just settle in when the phone rings. He missed me too and as he was laying in bed trying to get to sleep, he called to be sure I made it home safely on my big journey less than ten mies away...


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