Home

Words cannot explain how much I love this man....

And this is why:

I am HAPPY to be home, I have been through two weeks of rotation, hotels, and traveling to Madison this weekend....while house hunting and studying and playing dentist.  I am happy to be home, home to the lake and home to the house that I love, home with my dogs, and home to my washing machine...home to my amazingly comfortable bed, home to my stove, fridge and food (if I have to eat out one more time I might barf)....buttttttt whyyyyy whyyy then if I am so very happy to be home do I now sit on my couch after completing the 7 hour drive and realize that this does not feel like home....  ...because I now feel like home is a yucky two bedroom apartment in Madison where Cal has still not taken down the Christmas tree I insisted he have up....home is where my husband is currently piling dishes in the kitchen sink because he can (this doesn't happen when we are together) and home is where Cal has army stuff/bikes/maps out on display (not in the super chic and stylish way I think they could be...but in the pile stuff up kind of a way)  (like in the living room)..... but really, home simply stated is anywhere that Cal is.  I feel safe, I can sleep (yessss to be honest this is a problem I have run into without Cal by my side at night), I don't worry as much....its not perfect, we still bicker, we still have our moments, but we laugh like crazy, and it is amazing, it is real and well I guess its nice to be back to my HOUSE but I miss my HOME.