May 23rd- a Monday

He finally got home, after what seemed like a decade. I know...it was only 4 days. He came over for a family dinner after flying home from building houses in Mexico. As bad as I felt for him having to put on a smile and make conversation, my family ended up loving him just as much as I do. He luckily missed the chaotic few hours before hand, where I almost lit the house on fire because the match reached my finger tips and I panicked and threw it across the table. He missed me having to chase around my little cousin because he thought worms from outside would make a good pet. He missed the wet dog running through the house and my mom freaking out because we had a strawberry shortage. In the end, we finally got to just be in each others arms, close enough for me to hear him breathing, and feel his heart beating. There is no other feeling such as that, where everything is right. He even made me tell him what I wrote in my book, even though I was worried it would send him running, he told me that he liked it because it showed how much I care about him. He really will never be able to know just how much, but I try and show him everyday. Even if were miles apart, I can still hear his love.