34 Weeks

Hey Sexy,

Mark surprised me with a couple of pictures of you at the end of last week. He got them from one of the guys that work at the site. I'm not sure what point you were at on this build so I'm guessing that the picture was taken sometime late summer/early-mid fall 2007... all I can remember is that you were there and back and forth to there for at the time what felt like FOREVER. I still have the voice mail message from when you completed the project... you said you were wrapping up that job and you hadn't heard from Dan where you were going next but you hoped it was far, far, far away... anywhere that wasn't located in the remote southern part of your coverage area and brought you closer to here.

Here. Here isn't the same without you home. I took the dogs out the other night and while I was waiting for them to come back in there was just something that reminded me of your last night at home... when I was in the dinning room sending you a text message telling you how much I missed you already and you hadn't even left yet and you were only supposed to be gone for two 3 nights... you came wandering in from the back of the house looking for me afraid that something was wrong only to discover what I was doing and tease the shit out of me... maybe it was having just that hall light on like it had been on that night... I remember you standing there at the top of landing with the light shinning behind you... I remember thinking how incredibly lucky I was that such an amazingly sexy man loved me... you looked like a Greek god standing there... laughing... calling me an artard... and swooping me into your arms... and for the millionth time I fell in love with you all over again... so... anyway... needless to say it was some time before I left the dinning room the other night.

I miss you Babe. More and more every passing day. We had so many things left to do together. I can't imagine experiencing these life moments without you here by my side. And I know, I'm going to get it from everyone that you are here next to me... but it's not the same. I don't get to hear your voice, your encouragement, your excitement, your teasing. Yes, even your teasing. Especially. Your. Teasing.

Love always and forever, and more and more all the time,
Tara Ann