
It's our 8th Anniversary, and Don and I are in two different states. He was supposed to be home from his business trip tonight, but a blizzard grounded his flight out of Chicago, IL. I miss him.
The day goes by quickly. I don't have much time to think about his not being home. Now that everyone is tucked in and quiet, I wish he were here.

Oh, well, tomorrow is Valentine's Day...We can celebrate then.
On the other hand, I am not sure a celebration is needed. I celebrate every time we work out a problem, we do something fun, or we cuddle. Every time he tells me he loves me, I feel special. Guess I don't really need a formal celebration. I just need him.

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