Air Guitars and McDreamy

I am  sitting on the couch with my three older boys literally jumping around on it.  They are singing songs that they have written.  They think they are in a music video, air guitars, dance moves and all. 

I am missing my husband tonight.  He is away on a business trip, he goes away about once a month for a week or so.  Every time he goes away I become all sentimental and chick-flick-cheesy, missing him. I have known Matt since I was 13 years old.   I met him in my middle school sunday school class at church.  From the first time I met him he represented everything I needed, wanted, had to have.  He was warm, he was unbridled, he was ridiculously fun. 

He still is all these things.   He is also stubborn.  He gets tunnel vision.  He does not put his dirty clothes in the hamper.  And he sometimes forgets to feed the boys, which must relate to his tunnel vision.

I love Matt, all of him, even the parts that infuriate me.  Because he is my McDreamy.  Yes, I did just make a reference to Grey's Anatomy.  I know it's not a terribly intelligent reference, but appropriate none the less.  Matt just IS love to me.

So as I am getting ready to tuck the boys into bed, my mind is really hundreds of miles away.  I am anxiously awaiting Matt's call with a little Snow Patrol running through my head. I almost feel an air guitar coming on.  Cue the music.

If I lay here...

If I just lay here....

Would you lie with me

And just forget the world?



Matt