…is where your heart is.

Two weeks of living like a bachelorette, when you are actually married gets old. Sure, eating roasted vegetables and lime popcorn for dinner is nice. I quite enjoy making only one side of the bed. I haven’t had to turn on the dishwasher once.

But I may need a steak. Or a nice burger. I miss the man on the other side of the mattress. And I would do dishes every day–by hand– if it means my husband is home with me.

Because he is where my heart is.