Well. I cannot even begin to tell you how excited, happy, pleased, etc. I am to have the boyfriend home. I mean, really, it’s almost sad. Picked him up from the airport last night, dropped his stuff off at his parents’, came home and had dinner (chicken with blueberries and an apricot-dijon glaze) , enjoyed being in the same room at the same time, you know, the usual.
We drove down to Lakewood this afternoon and picked up two of his oldest brother’s kids and brought them to his parents’ and again, came home for dinner — it’s the last night of Chanukah, so we made more of those amazing butternut squash and sage latkes with Chicken Marabella (one of my favorite meals) and brussels sprouts with apples and bacon.
I’m off to spend more time with him — I feel like a social sponge, as if we’re making up for the last two months by spending every possible moment together. Silly, right?