Shane's been out of town this at a business conference in Philly. All week, he sent me photos of the city's extensive public art, and was especially excited to show me "China Wedge," by Mei-Ling Hom. He knew I'd love it, quipping (as me), "Honey, I have 200,000 teapots, an idea, and four days. You think I can do this?"
He doesn't travel too often, and not usually for very long, but this trip was a pain in both our asses. He had to miss trick-or-treating with Molly, and I had to forgo having my surgery on Monday. Annoyed by the separation, we both found his homecoming sweeter than usual. He was a blissful romantic, telling me, "You feel like home." I fell in love with that sentence- it sums up our marriage. I love that he knows my taste in art and couldn't wait to tell me about a quirky piece he saw. I love that for both of us, the other is a personification of the word HOME.