Whirlwind number one, complete.
I sailed skies to be with my Huz for a few days. To be near him, to hear is music, to watch him instill joy in those not knowing what to expect. Most men have man crushes on him. I imagine many ladies, though they wouldn’t dare tell me of their crushes. I don’t blame them. He’s a tall, strapping specimen of a man with more than his share of charm and endearing self presentational humor. He dresses unusually well and always looks fit. I know that I’m the one he loves, but I’m not the only one who just wants to be around Andy Bean all the time. I am thankful for the privilege.
Then I was in Paris, with Kristin and Mark, without even time to return home for a quick cuddle with kitties, who were being looked after by our very generous neighbor. For our honeymoon, Huz and I went to Paris. It was magical. It was magical when we went the last time, too, after Cailen and Sean’s wedding in the Loire Valley. This time I walked the streets alone, passing by our own collection of landmarks and monuments. Pont Neuf is where I giggled at the over-reaching romance of it all, while an accordion charmed it’s way through the air and we danced and kissed. Le Marais is where I found the shirt that he lost. The Brasserie where we had our best breakfast. The flat we rented. I love Paris. But it’s not magical without Husbone.
And with all this talk of romance, you’d think I’d be in a better mood when I returned. My heart anxiously beat in my ears as I begun the long journey home to see him. Haven’t we been together for almost 7 years now? Shouldn’t I have calmed down by now? It seems, that if anything, I get more excited to see him, and more and more excited to be home with him. But at some point I looked down and I found that I was wearing my cranky pants. Who knows why. Travel does that to me some times.
I needed the ever charming Andy Bean (in case you are new or only know him as Husbone, Andy Bean is Husbone’s other name ), to take my picture out in the muggy spring wilds twisting out of the ground and the trees outside. Great armies of little flies launched their attack on my face, and the cranky pants made another appearance. But Husbone found me underneath my sourness. Thank you Huz. This is my apology and thank you to my husband for taking this nice picture of me.
Thank you, Husbone.