It's impossible for me to write anything blog-like on a Friday morning, because in about seven hours I will be enveloped in the arms of the love of my life.
He has become the reason I exist and everything I am or will ever be, is intrinsically bound up (sic) with everything he is or will be.
I spend all of Friday trembling with anticipation, I find any work impossible to concentrate on. So much so that I have given myself Fridays off, working into the evenings in the week to ensure any deadlines are met.
Fridays are for preparation, so however much of a slob I have been since last Sunday, I can spend Friday cleaning up the place, cooking, seeing to personal body maintenance, and ensuring that his washing and ironing from last weekend is all ready for him.
He always texts me about an hour before he's due to arrive, only then do I shower and dress as instructed and when I hear the steps on the drive I position myself on my knees inside the front door.
Words seem inadequate to describe the moment he opens the door, but I'm sure you can imagine how I feel...