I know it’s only been twenty four hours and that I never really see you much anyway, but I miss you. I only miss parts of you though. Not all of you. Don’t go getting all egotistic that your wife can’t live a day without you. Face it, there’s a lot not to miss. The socks in the middle of the floor, the whiskers in the sink, the incessant teasing and poking, the milk in the bottom of the cereal bowl and the fact that you demand to be referred to as “Legend.”
But you’re the moosh daddy, and the moosh misses her daddy.
I miss your smile.
I was going to write some disgustingly mushy garbage about how you just held me while I bawled into your armpit nook the night before I left.
Then you teased me the next morning about getting boogers all over your shirt and the mushy garbage I was planning to write went out the window.
Tonight the moosh watched “The Wizard of Oz” with Grandpa Fish. After dinner she asked to watch “Lizard of Bob” again. This is the kind of stuff I’m sad you’re missing. Oh? And remember that time we were on ESPN? I watched it tonight.
Baby, we look good in HD.
the moosh saw it too, she almost attacked the TV.
So don’t get too full of yourself. I miss you, yes. But I’m not going to see you until December 20th, so I can’t miss you too much yet. You understand right? Of course you do. Go get a job, get all A’s on your finals, don’t trash my house and get a little sleep worked in there too.
Loce, Love and Sloppy Kisses in all the right places,
Photo by Kim (hey sweetcheeks, I’ll be seeing you in an hour, *wink wink* RAWR)