my favorite feeling.

My baby is here with me again...and all feels right in my world.
I can't even begin to express the feeling that I get when I see him after our time apart. When I went to visit him in Chicago we hadn't seen each other in 2 and a half months...the feeling was intoxicating. When my eyes found him and he held me for the first time it was indescribable. A warmth and comfort washed over me; a joy from deep within rose and a yearning was finally met. There is nothing like it. Just to look at him- when my eyes have missed his face and smile for so long. Its a beautiful strange feeling to finally have him in front of me again.
Well now he has come back to me. 3 weeks was the distance in between this time. Much easier to handle than 10 weeks. I waited at Hartsfield to see my love and bring him home with me. I arrived early because I did not know where I was going and wanted to leave room for getting lost. But then got his call when he should have been half way, here telling me his flight was delayed. I then waited for 3 hours. Standing at arrivals is such a wonderful, entertaining, and exciting place. Where so many loved ones are joined again. Friends, family, lovers, soliders, co-workers..everyone has their story. Embraces, kisses, some tears...I stood there people watching and wondering each story there. Just waiting to see the face I love so much come up the escalator and find my eyes. (He always spots me first) Finally, I see him--the wait was well worth it. We take our time and embrace, and he kisses me so sweet. Just soaking up the moment and enjoying the small mere gift to be in one another's arms again.
After we started this journey of our relationship transforming into a long-distance-relationship after being together for one yr. and 9 months, I learned to appreciate so much more. Its like your eyes are opened to all the seemingly small things that you didn't think much of when you see each other everyday. I learned that the things that start to mean the most and touch you deepest are often the small things. Holding hands, a glance, a smile, a wink, a back rub, cooking together, laughing together, just sitting in silence feeling the warmth of him sitting beside me. The comfort of his arm around me, the reassurance of his hugs, so many things that can't be measured. I am just reminded to appreciate every single moment. Big and little. To soak it up and record it in my heart and head and hold tight to it for the weak moments where I can let the memory wash over me and get me thru until the next time.