I'm sort of pathetic.

See, Mark's only been at his parents' house for, what now, not even 12 hours. He's been gone for like 14, maybe. And I'm already dying without him.

I always appreciate my husband. I love the way he loves me and makes me laugh and cares for me. But I forget how much I love his company until he's gone. The thing is, I can't remember a time when he left to go somewhere without me. Sure, I've left HIM to go visit friends or family ... but I can't remember the last time I've been by myself at night. It was probably back when he worked night shift. And even then, I knew he was coming home soon.

This time, it's different. It could be because I'm tired, or because I'm cramping like whoa, or because it was a long day. Or because it's 9 PM and  I'm still waiting for my cornbread to cool off (would you hurry UP already??) so I can construct this layered salad thing to take with me tomorrow. Or because I have a hole in my foot that hurts. Or a hole in my mouth where I bit it when I was eating a donut. (Yes, I know they're terrible. Do I care? Um, not tonight.)

But whatever the reason, I'm really missing Mark tonight. I can't wait for Kelly to come. It'll be better when the house doesn't feel quite so empty.