I didn't say I didn't believe you. It was snowing hard by the time I got around to 1F at the end of the arrivals terminal but it was clear on the drive out. I can see it hanging over you. You have to make it to next month. You were distracted; this time I didn't even get out of the car to help put your bags in the trunk, and you didn't even stop talking on the phone. You were nagging me about driving too fast, and you tried to skip "We Live For Love". It was snowing too hard and we should have just gone home but we always stop at Superdawg. Your sister called while we were waiting for our food. I love your hands, one held the phone and you rubbed your eyes. You were wadded up in your seat so your pants were pulling over your thighs. On the way home later, talking about what we were going to do to each other, I told you they were beautiful and you didn't believe me.
I believe you. About being the last flight to get in before they shut the airport for weather.
Note: I wrote this almost exactly a year ago, Dec 15, 2007. It didn't really fit anywhere but it just seemed like it was time to release it ... if I am not going to ever get back to being an IF blogger. Love to DD and Pru.
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