With how overworked the boys will be this next year instead of Where We Are they’ll be walking around saying Where Are We!?
*badum tish* thank you thank you I’m going to bed now.
Modest sucks just so ya know.
I can be so mean when I want to be…. *evil laugh*
and wow it’s been so long since I been on here. :P
Since when is my hair this long? Look at my lips, I didn’t even realize. And just my hair wet, I like!
Sorry if it sickens you but I had to post it, for once I like myself lol!!
I have to say a quick and massive thank you to Myndi for being there for me over these past few weeks with my Papal (not saying she was the only one just sayin) and with all our freaking out here lately hehe I’m so glad we started talking on here, thank you, love ya hun! <3
Soon
(Me and Myndi had children feels so….here we go.)
Long, slightly wavy, light brown hair, green eyes that twinkle when she laughs cause her daddy’s the light of her little life and he’s just so funny to her. She giggles and squeals as he lifts her above his head and spins her around. She cries and clings to him when he has to leave yet again and it shatters your heart, you’re sure you see his eyes shining with unshed tears too as he gives her to you and turns to leave again. She stays pressed to the front window waiting the day he’s supposed to come home, she stays frozen to that same spot waiting for the familiar sound of an engine. She has fallen asleep there the nights schedules got messed up and he didn’t get to come home on time, but you never have the heart to move her always falling asleep yourself on the couch waiting with her till that comforting sound woke you up. She would shuffle in her sleep as if not sure she heard it or not, but when that door would open she was up and racing toward him. Without hesitation he would drop his bag and catch her mid-air swinging her around as she laughed and squealed, “Daddy!” Those nights she would always sleep on his chest, her little fists balled up in his shirt as if silently telling him he could never leave again. You wished that was how it worked, but sadly it wouldn’t be long and this story line would play out again. It never failed though if he was home and you went looking for her, just find him, they were hooked at the hip. Whether he was in the garage tinkering or out in the backyard kicking a ball around she would be there acting like a big girl, handing him tools or chasing the ball giggling like crazy. You could and would sit and watch them for hours like this. After a particularly fun day they would come in, wash up, and sit on the couch with some pie and watch T.V. till you went looking for them again. You would freeze at the sight you found, once again she would be asleep in his chest, he most likely would have one hand on her back the other hanging off the couch along with a leg. You smiled fondly hating to wake them, but dinners ready so you do. He would jump up excitedly, “Food!?” he would shout and she would giggle. “Race ya!” he would say and she would nod and jump up screaming, “Go!” the same time she runs off thru the house. He winks at you and takes off another way, a shorter way (they’ve done this so many times, but she never learns) you get to the kitchen where she has her little hands on her hips and is glaring (she gets that from you) at him. He leans against the counter a smirk on his lips, “What took so long?” She tries so hard to stay mad and you completely understand when she just can’t, she laughs and tackles his legs, “Awe swilly Daddy.” He lifts her and plants a sloppy kiss to her cheek. The nights when he has to be gone are always so quiet, way too quiet. Till she can talk to him in some way she refuses to sleep although sometimes gravity wins out over her eyelids and you kiss her forehead gently to wake her when he can finally talk. Some nights it’s Skype, her favorite cause she can see him (Your favorite too btw, that smile when he sees her is something indescribable) some nights though it’s just a phone call from his cell or a hotel phone. Either way you let her talk as long as she wants, patiently waiting for your turn to tell him how you miss his warmth and that he needs to come home now. He always says the same thing to both of you, “Soon.” When she deems she’s done talking for the night, if on Skype, everyone blows kisses and says goodnight, I love yous. You do remember one night when the poor little thing had a nightmare and sobbed for her daddy. You (Thank God) got him on Skype and she calmed a little, but was terrified to sleep till he started humming softly and she smiled settling down, before long he was fully singing and she was sleeping peacefully in your arms. You smiled at him and he whispered, “I love you, babe. Soon.” before the screen went black. This time you smiled though cause you just loved this gift you had, this little angel in your arms and the love of you your life that gave her to you. “Soon.” you whispered as you set the laptop aside and too fell asleep.
