Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday. We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left. No celebrating for us. (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)
Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days. Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE. Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day. We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier. I am not a CPA. There are things she could do that I can’t. It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….
Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too. I guess we are well rested.
Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:
I love you, will you marry me? Will you buy a house with me? Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night. I love you, Brian.
Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes. You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”. I guess that’s really what he’s saying.
Emma misses him. She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home. And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days. She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.
I miss him too.
