sometimes long distance relationships are unfair...

like last night when darling friend was in Atlanta visiting his friends and they were out watching the World Series. Max texted to say they had a "sex and the city cosmopolitan" and thought of me.

i was already in bed because of an early meeting...

that lasted all morning.
all morning while he was shopping at IKEA for our home.

he was so cute to email pictures of a persian looking rug, asking if i liked that one, or this one? little details... gestures like this from my technical husband are lovely to me. He thinks he's just asking about a rug, but to me they are lovely reminders that he's asking because it's for OUR house. Our. I like that little word.

i wished i had ruby slippers this morning so i could be with him.
shopping for our house.

since i had an early morning meeting, we got off work early. I changed into my gym clothes, headed to spin class only to find there was no 4:30 spin today. I marched over to the treadmill and ran for awhile (just enough to get my sweat on) and realized it's too beautiful a day to waste.

Walking Maverick around the neighborhood was a much better idea for me and her.

It reminded me of when me and my technical husband were a long ways from "our." We worked pretty opposite schedules for a couple of months and it was during this time that he "keyed me." He gave me a spare key to his apartment and asked if i could check on his dog Bubbles while he was at work.

He even wrote a post-it where i would see it that said, "code word: shampoo." I remember calling him puzzled, asking what in the world did that mean?

he laughed and said it was his test to really see if i had in fact came over. [honestly, he didn't doubt it (i don't think!), that is just the sense of humor my Max has.]

that funny post-it led to little notes i'd leave for him, after walking Bubbles.

i still do this....

Only now i get to do it in our house.