What would today be like?

I'm thinking about you today.

Here with me waiting to drive two hours for Thanksgiving with family tomorrow.

I know we would have fucked this morning already, the house to ourselves, waiting for me to finish one last call before we run a few errands together.

I imagine you laying on the bed listening during my call, maybe taking it from your arms since I will likely have very little to say.

The warmth and strength of you feel so good and so right.

You driving me to run errands because I'm nervous of the ice and an unfamiliar vehicle. You, confident no matter what.

Confident driving us and my daughter and grandchild the two hours.

Confident stepping out of the vehicle when we arrive.

Confident to meet the people who mean so very much to me.

Confident because of your trust in me...that my love of you and your love of me are all they need to welcome you with open arms...their love of me driving their desire for my happiness.

I ache to watch you with them and to lay in your arms at the end of the evening.

I want to give you everything my love, including that part of my life. Family means so much to me and I want you to be part of that more than anything.

My tears as I write this are the proof of just how much I am missing you in this moment.