My Favorite

“I miss my favorite” was the first and only communication I’ve received from him in 2 weeks.

A few years ago, I laughingly told The Husband he was my “favorite husband,” as if I’ve ever had or will ever have more than one.  His reply was that of someone who knows my quirky nature, but loves me anyway… “Well, you’re my favorite wife.”

I miss my favorite.

My favorite partner.
My favorite blue eyes.
My favorite comedian.
My favorite blond hair.
My favorite  laugh lines.
My favorite patriot.
My favorite snuggler.
My favorite taste-tester.
My favorite friend.
My favorite hero.
My favorite everything.

He’ll be home soon, but all I can hear is tick, tock, tick, tock… the point in which the double digits days before returning become single digits… tick, tock, tick, tock.

Tonight I’m working on a couple side dishes that would be wonderful for your Independence Day celebrations. I promise I’ll try my hardest to get the recipes up before the clock has run out.