It's Tuesday

He sweats, and crawls around the floor for an hour. Piece by piece it comes together.

It is: The Tree Stand.

Oh yeah. Requires capital letters. He pulls out all the camouflage, knives, tools, hats, and gadgets. He puts the tree stand on his back to demonstrate its portability; his stealth through the imaginary woods.

And he's off! To hunt with my Stepdaddy up in Deep Creek. And it's big in a few ways because it's our first time really apart. I'm missing him, sure, of course. He's my best friend. But I have a to-do list a mile long and a busy couple of months coming up so it's good "me time".

And it's big because he's the one for me, and he's off with my Stepdaddy. And they'll talk, and bond. And wow. Hope he doesn't end up in a shallow grave somewhere marked by a few rocks and a headstone that reads "He wasn't QUITE good enough." But I know he is and they are going to have a great time, and bring back some big bucks (the animals, not the crisp bills)

Right now I'm going to scoop up this baby and blow kisses on her belly and encourage her little legs and arms to work together for that first forward movement. So close to crawling and her frustration is sounded out in grunts and farts and sniffles and whimpers and giggles.
And I love it!

And I love you Cute Boyfriend of mine. Have fun!