Don't You Cry No More, It'll Be Alright

I got home about 20 or so minutes ago, made more coffee, dried my eyes again and figured maybe I'll jump on here quick before...
#1 Kolin wakes up.
#2 I go back to bed. {Yeppers...no morning person here}

Anywhos....for those of you who don't know or forgot..this morning is the morning that my man got on that darn Greyhound and headed out to Atlanta for the truck driving life again.
There's no telling when he'll be able to come home, but as soon as he completes his 4 {or is it 5?} day seminar, and passes his driving test, he gets his own truck and starts piling in the miles.
Life is a highway...
LOL..I can't get that song out of my mind since catching Karl, Kody and Kolin watching "Cars" two nights ago.

You know, being with someone almost 28 years...it's kind of hard to let go.
We've known about this day for a while, we've talked about it, planned for it {though mostly last minute planning}, we've spent time together he and I, he and the kids, all of us.
Last night wwe watched TV until he fell asleep and I got my 11 o'clock burst of energy.
This morning at 6:15 he woke me up like he does every single morning..yeah, it may sound corny but every morning he pushes the hair out of my eyes, rubs my face and says "Good Morning Beautiful". Seriously...every morning without fail.
Then he makes my first cup of coffee and has it ready when I stumble out into the living room.
On chilly mornings...he sets out a blanket on my favorite morning, coffee drinking, news watching chair.

He knows I'm not a morning person so he doesn't push the morning conversation until I've had at least 2 cups of coffee in me...sometimes three.
It's all good though because we're both in the same room, and even though I might be watching the news and contimplating going back to sleep and he's playing Spider Solitaire on the computer....we're both together..physically and spiritually.

This morning at 6:50 we headed out the door for the Greyhound bus station right here in Leesburg.
It's a tiny little place, and nobody ever looks happy there. After he checked in we just hung out leaning on our van, his arm around me, my thumb looped in his back beltloop and head on his big ole' shoulder.
Finally...after wishing it wouldn't, that bus showed up and one by one everyone got on.

I was parked next to the bus and I watched him take the front seat...he wanted to make sure I knew where he was and he turned around and waved. I knew where he was...my eyes were locked on him the whole time. Besides..he was the only stud dude with the long hair that I loooooove. :0)

OK, so that's when the tears started. I tried sooo hard not to, I realy did try but I'm a freakin' softee ass marshmallow and I love him alot and I hate, really HATE being apart and I lost it.
OK, I admit, I had a flash of thoughts of having to wake my own self up, make my own coffee, turn on Good Morning America by myself and oh yeah..having to transport the kids back and forth to school myself now, OK, that just bites.
Most of all though, having my trusty sidekick, my lover, my best friend back on the road where danger and crazy demented strangers lurk everywhere..that just bites..no wait, that just plain out sucks.

I didn't leave until that Greyhound pulled out and I stepped on the gas pedal and was the first to follow it out and cool as can be is turned left onto South Street,I'm sure to get to I75. As luck would have it, I turned onto South Street too but when we got to our second traffic light, that bus got in the left turning lane and I stayed in the right.
I watched that bus turn and leave and as I was about to have a "lets just change our mind about this whole thing" meltdown...what do I hear when I finally remembered to turn on the radio but Axel Rose {Guns and Roses} singing "Don't You Cry No More, It'll Be Alright".
How perfect could that have been?

And that was it...in exactly 1 minute I was pulling up back home again. I walked into a quiet house, made a cup of joe, picked up a few things off the coffee table, realized he forgot his hairbrush, put it up and away, and got on here.

And now....my youngest of the litter, Kolin, is up and sooooooo ready to start his day.
I wonder if he wouldn't mind making me a cup of coffee?

Ummm..maybe not, he's telling me he's starving and if I wouldn't mind not clacking on the keyboard so loud.

Yeppers..that kid is going to be my best source of entertainment doay. :0)

Have a sweet Sunday today everyone!!

Love, Kim