Tears

Here I sit on the couch in our living room. My iPod is playing Rita Springer and I'm trying to keep a few tears from melting makeup down my face. I am tired, lonely and I have a headache. I want to give in to my emotions and just throw myself on my bed to cry. I know this sounds completely irrational, but it makes sense to my throbbing and weary head. 

My husband is out of town and I am really missing him. I miss that smile of his and the sweet laugh he lets out when I finally find his ticklish spot. I miss cooking him dinner and kissing him goodbye in the morning.

I know he will be home soon, but it is so hard to wait...