Can't Shayk That Feeling

Sprinkles and… what about chocolate sauce? Or is that a step too far? Do you know what happened one night - and I know you’re going to laugh at me - I rolled right on over to your side of the bed and then, eventually onto the floor. From there, I went with building a pillow wall because I couldn’t risk landing on a dog. No cheeky hand? Sounds a sad life. What a good thing it is that that you’ve got that back. And we’ve missed you too, a lot, believe me.

Not catapulted! But I did push her quite high and there was a lot of squealing and laughing about it, any higher and it would have been a catapulting incident. 

If you want to go wild, why not do it fully? Chocolate sauce it is, darling. You went on to roll onto the floor without stopping? Why? Did you hurt yourself? I hope not. Aw, my poor Rich. It is a very sad life without said wandering hand... it’s very good in distracting me from sleeping, but I cannot bring myself to mind. And it isn’t like I don’t cop a feel once in a while, just to tease you.

Is there video evidence of this? I hope so, because I’d love to see that. The rapport you two have makes me so happy? She has her dad, of course, and she loves him. But then there’s you, her Richie. Lea deserves to have you in her life. I’m so happy she has you. I’m happy I have you, too, by the way. 

I’m going to say what I always say, and that’s that there’s nothing wrong with being a little bit vanilla…  It’s a basic flavour, but you can always add to it make it just that little more interesting but at the end of the day there’s nothing wrong with it. I’ve not known what to do with them the last few weeks? It’s odd sleeping in a bed alone and trying to find a comfortable position. You know, at the end of the day, I think we both know being too busy isn’t a possibility..  

I’d go ahead and take that literally - have you seen my swing pushing skills? They’re to the extreme.

I never said there’s anything wrong with it, but please, do dip your vanilla in sprinkles once in a while. Liven it up! Life is too short to play it too safe. I do love your vanilla-ness, and everything that comes with it. I love you, most of all. I can imagine, poor, poor Richie - did you flail about? Did you let our dogs sleep in our bed? Did you hug a pillow? That’s what I did. But it doesn’t smell like you, so it’s not the same. There’s also no cheeky hand distracting me, when I’m trying to sleep. I know, I know, but I will turn down some jobs, just so I can stay with you for a bit. I miss my family. 

You catapulted my daughter out of the swings? Are you mad?! Please tell me you caught her...

I N S T A G R A M :: msirinashayk

Once upon a time, there was a tiny Trouble... who wanted to make sure that the most important person in her life, outside of her immediate family, had the triple BOAT - the “bestest and most brilliant birthday” of all times. How could I say no, when that most important person in her life is also the most important person in mine, apart from my tiny Trouble?!

So, here is to you, Mr Madden, another year around the sun, another year of you being the most caring, most wonderful, most loving person I’ve ever known. Another year of successes and support. Another year of loving you with all my heart, the same heart that remains with you and Lea each time I leave for a job. I love you, and I hope you get to have a triple BOAT with us.

I feel like I need to get out of this quick before I dig myself into too deep of a hole that I can’t crawl out. If you’re out of sight and tied up to to speak, then the plan would work, wouldn’t it? We’re definitely both looking forward to those cuddles. It feels – I’ll hand it to you, it has been a little bit of a lifetime. I’m short enough to fit into that carry on, you’d squeeze me in no problems.

We’ve been good! Your little bundle of energy had fun this morning at the swing park. I think her stories of what’s been going on are going too be better than anything I can tell you.

You’re too vanilla for your own good, Richard. You’d see it’d be fun, if you just tried. Well, yes, that’s the whole point of getting tied up - or is it down? - somewhere. Mmm, always. I sleep better, when you are there with me. There’s just something about snuggling up with you, staying in your arms that is really safe and comfortable. Right?! How come we let that happen? I cannot get too busy for you and my baby. Babies, counting Charlie and Katie. There’s nothing short about you. No way.

Oh, I heard some adventures already. You let her fly apparently, Rich... I mean, if I were to take her word for word, you let her launch herself off the swings and fly...

It can certainly be arranged if you tell me how you want it to be done… But I didn’t realise that you were into that sort of thing. It really has - these past few weeks have felt like a few months in total. But I’ve missed you, and I’m happy to have you home. Next time you jet off somewhere, I’m coming with you. 

I’d leave that up to you, but perhaps not too tight, I get bruised easily? How long have we known each other already? There’s still a lot you don’t know about me. But this... it was mostly theoretical. If I’m out of sight, no one can book me, and I can stay home with you and Lea, and cuddle back in bed with the both of you. Months? Try a lifetime. I feel like I’m on the road constantly, when all I want is to be home. Yes please, come with me. Perhaps I can smuggle you in my carry on luggage. I’ve missed you, Rich. 

How have my two loves been?