Apparently, I fell off the face of the earth.
I haven't posted since February -- right before Sir's 2nd visit. Well, technically 3rd. But, who's counting, right?
Well, I am again. Counting, that is. Sir will be here again next week. I can't wait to be with him again.
Maybe we'll make it to the beach this time. Actually, we did go last time, but it was so cold we had to bundle up. And...I walked along the jetties in flip flops. Wasn't a good idea. I twisted my ankle. Not a very fun walk along the beach. At least not the romantic kind of walk we've both imagined. It was in the 70s here today so here's hoping it holds out for next week as well.
I have friends staying with me the next couple of days. I will be glad to see them. Haven't seen them since July.
As much as I love my friends and will be so happy to be spend time with them, I still feel a little sad. Broken-hearted almost. Because I will not get to spend as much with Sir in the evening. We talk every evening. He puts me to bed every night. I feel teary-eyed when I even think about having to miss that.
Who knew such a wonderful Sir could turn me into a puddle of sentimental goo.
Love & SSO