Sweet Anticipation

He has been gone now for 48 days…48 very long days. He is due to come home this Wednesday…I cannot wait.

The anticipation has been building steadily over the past 48 days, but for some reason, I feel this urgency…the extreme need to have him home…and I mean NOW. This build up is so wonderfully distressing that I just don’t know what I am going to do when I see him…will I give him a hug and kiss, will I jump on him and maul him, letting my hormones over power any reason or rhyme? Will I be elusive and shy because I have not seen him in so long?

What will I do?

The wonderment is over taking me…I am getting to the point where I cannot concentrate on anything but his homecoming. I just cannot wait until I feel his very long arms around me. He is one of the best huggers in the world. He is consuming my every thought…my mind is whirling with the thoughts of the things that may happen.

My chest is starting to beat out of my chest…I can feel the blood rushing through my veins in this sweet anticipation, the murdering hope that he will be in my arms soon enough, but not soon enough…I want him NOW! The urgency is overpowering…I fear that I will not function until he holds me in those wonderful arms and kisses my neck so gently, just a light touch of his soft lips and hot, moist breath on my skin…

Will I last two more days? Will he be home in the morning or night? Will it be while I am at work or while I am sleeping? What will happen??