stolen time

I surprised Andrew at the airport last night when he arrived from Honduras! I was so glad I was there, especially since we were at the airport for two hours, and we didn't leave Atlanta to head to my house until 9 in the evening -- and I live about three hours away. We were both surprisingly awake, and got home a little earlier than we expected, so the long, dark three hours didn't seem so long after all.

He played hookey from his classes today to be here with me. We haven't seen each other since New Year's, and it was so refreshing just to be in the same room with him. Balm to my lonely heart. We just hung out, got lunch in town, ran some errands, ate ice cream despite the unpleasant cold, and smiled at the simple and all-too-rare joy of sitting next to each other. Seriously. You couples who are close together, count your blessings. We've done long-distance often before, but its familiarity doesn't make me miss him less. He left to drive back to Virginia soon before supper.

Today was stolen time.

Back to real life now.