After spending 8 hours traveling from Georgia to North Carolina back into Virginia, being tired was an understatement. I had just spent the last three days standing on my feet, smiling and talking, and "selling" my customer to the other conference attendees. It was a good trip, but I like being at home so much better.
I picked up my brown and pink polka dotted carry on bag and headed out of my smaller town airport. As I waited, I finally checked my email and passed the time until I recognized those headlights. Higher up than most cars and close set, they were a warming and comforting sight. The lifted Jeep with noisy tires pulled to the curb. I could feel my face grow with a big smile.
He put the beast in park, hopped out, and held out a jacket for me. My heart melted as I jumped in the topless Jeep and he drove us back to our little home. With my hair blowing in the breeze I wasn't cold at all.
I love that man with his big boy toys. He's a good man. He even rubbed my feet when we got home. I love being home.
