i am missing hubby

Hubby sent me these gorgeous roses for Mother's Day.

(They are actually the most vivid of reds.)

He is the sweetest & most perfect man for me.

And I miss him.

A lot.

A lot, a lot.

Especially when my best friend tells me 

about a trip she gets to

take with her husband -sans children- to Florida. 

And Disney World.

For. A. Week.

She told me this, all excited, 

as anyone would be, 

and I almost cried of jealousy. 

I told her I couldn't look at her for awhile.

She thought I was joking. But I kinda wasn't.

Tears were starting to come to my eyes, 

and I didn't want to acknowledge them.

(Sometimes I am a selfish and crappy friend.)

(It was kind of the same feeling I used to get 

when I'd see pregnant girls.)

Then this weekend I attended a wedding reception.

Of course I ran into friends of ours, 

of course they asked about Hubby,

of course I had to answer questions, 

of course it made me miss him more.

Then tonight, the icing on the I'm-Missing-Hubby cake

-The Little Pirate was gassy this evening 

& made all kinds of bubbles in his bath.

Which made me laugh.

Which would have made Hubby laugh even harder.

I could just see his eyes crinkling up, 

and his shoulders shaking.

Only, he wasn't there.

I emailed him about it.

Which means that when he reads his email in the morning,

(sometime in the middle of my night)

his eyes will crinkle up,

 and his shoulders will shake,

and I will miss it.

Maybe if I'm lucky 

I'll see that laugh in my dreams.