Tim picked me up last night at the airport. It was so good to see his face! After 8 days of being apart (and not having showered for the last 4) he was gracious enough to still tackle me in Terminal D. That dude ... he's the only man I know to think about having my car washed, house vacuumed, and a pound of bacon waiting for me in the fridge. I freaking love this man!
It's good to be home.