Time Will Tell in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Oh my gosh, I’m on a roll!  I suddenly feel like writing, so I figure I should grab this chance while I have it.  The weekend was such a…bluh…that I don’t really feel like I did anything until Sunday evening when I came into the office to get some organizing done.
 
Okay, wait.  I did spend pretty much all of Saturday searching for a dress (for the Ball this weekend—yes, [chase], it’s a Krewe Ball!).  And I was successful.  And I did get a bunch of laundry done (hooray.  pfft.), AND I got a lot of sleeping in, so that’s always good.  Oh, and I loved on my sweet Tan Man Kitty, who does not get much attention when my man is in town.  Poor little guy.
 
Sunday night, I was in the office trying to get organized for next season (boxes and boxes…dozens… of stuff—literally) as well as anxiously awaiting my honey’s arrival at the airport.  My office is close to the airport, so I like to come here if I get the chance to before I pick up SexyPants because it makes me feel like I’m accomplishing two things at once. 
 
And I adore picking SexyPants up at the airport.  I get the butterflies every time I see him—even if he’s only been gone for the weekend, as he was this past weekend.  Every moment I spend with him feels precious.  Gag, I know.  But so true!  I’ve got it bad.
 
Take yesterday morning.  I’d picked him up at the airport pretty late Sunday night because his flight was delayed.  We had some fairly severe weather earlier on Sunday and were expecting freezing rain overnight.  Sure enough, Monday morning proved to be a nightmare, traffic wise.  I got some extra, extra love from my man.  We stayed in bed, laughed, did the nasty (very sweetly, I might add!), loved, loved, loved!!  I NEVER do that!!  Let me tell you, I seriously think that we are both blown away by how amazing this is.
 
Got to work two hours late (giggle), but then many people came in late so I don’t feel so guilty.
 
What is it about this love that’s so magical?  I guess it’s because I never thought I’d love again—I mean, not like that achingly delicious love.  I always thought that there had to be trauma and drama in order for there to be real fire and passion.   Really, I thought that passion meant thunder and lightening and turmoil!  I thought we had to have a little bit of danger in order to have excitement!
 
Truly, I’ve never been so thrilled to be wrong!
 
Now.  As we approach the 6-month marker (we’ve been together five whole months, can you believe?) I know that things will eventually settle back into some kind of normalcy.  I know we can’t go on living like this:  mad making out as soon as we meet up, ravaging each other when we go to bed each night, waking in the middle of the night for more love, and setting the alarm an hour before we need to wake to have even more steamy stuff. 
 
Or can we?!
 
I guess time will tell.  I’m looking forward to finding out!
 
Oops.  Time to get moving.  Love you more than non-fat green tea latte, extra HOT!!!!