Together Again!

2am. Can't sleep. What to do? Blog, right? Sure. Beside me, holding my hand, is my best friend. He's sleeping peacefully. And rightfully, he should be. After driving almost 20 straight hours from NY- he's home. And what a surprise it was! Somehow, he managed to pull that one off. But really, I knew. All along- I thought he may surprise us. That's just the way he does things. He loves it. And I do too. But he said it'd be Monday.

Let's go back- 12pm, yesterday. Usually around the time he wakes up. Aus has his days and nights mixed up. He's been staying up late and working until around 4am. So, he sleeps in. I always talk to him before the babies' naptime. Yesterday, I didn't. Waking up from our nap to no missed calls or texts from Aus worried me. I called him several times. No answer. I had thoughts of calling the hotel and getting them to transfer me to his room telephone (do people even use that word anymore? Telephone?). Instead, I waited. Then, a thought entered my mind. Is he on his way home? Not wanting me to know? Wanting to surprise us? Strange. After only 4 years together we know each other so well. He calls it being on the same wave length, radio station, etc. I know him. He knows me. That's what I love about us. We're one.

3pm. The alarm sounded. Front door opened. Immediately, I knew. I jumped off the bed, Gabe in arms, and hustled to the front door. Grinning big! Kisses. Hugs. And smiles. Taking Gabe from my arms, he couldn't believe how much he'd grown in just a month and a half. We woke Hallie up from her nap. Still halfway asleep, she starred at him emotionless. Then, it hit her. I'm not dreaming. Daddy is here. In my room. She lit up! Smiled so big. And wrapped them tiny arms around his neck. She pulled back to look at him again. As if to make sure it were really him. And she smiled even bigger. Oh, she missed him! Her heart truly belongs to dada. That was the moment I'd longed for since he left. Not a day went by that she didn't go to the door to look for him or call his name.

Back to my reason for blogging. Sleeplessness. And you won't hear me say that often. Hardly ever, actually. The person that falls asleep in the theater and doesn't wake up once- that's me. I've always been able to sleep anywhere, anytime. But not tonight. Something's different. There's a man in my bed ;) Who could complain? Not me. I missed fighting for covers, his tossing and turning, and especially his sleep "talking" (He'll probably say that I didn't have to include that). But it's true- we've had many morning laughs because of his nightly conversations! Hopefully, in a few more nights I'll get used to having a bed partner again. :)