With him I sent a box filled with Valentine themed packages, one for every week he would be gone [so he couldn't forget]. They contained homemade treats and store bought candies, each one stuffed with a little note to say I love you. I know, I know, I'm sure you're all becoming nauseated at the thought, at the cheese-factor of my antics.
Deal with it.
A glitch in [his] calculation of weeks, however left him one short for the duration of his stay. In those first off-balance moments of disappointment I resorted to my mental care-package haven of calm. How could I perfectly capture the essence of the last week...the drive home? It took some thought, and some initial deep breathing, but I managed to find a silver lining.
To him I sent:
- Redbulls for when the drive becomes inevitably tiresome.
- a McDonald's giftcard because ironically they have them, and the Golden Arches are plentiful at every edge of every interstate on the North American continent.
- a 30 song compilation entitled, Hurry Home, Love. [the double disc edition - see above.]
I'd like to say with pride that it's possible I am up for The Best Girlfriend on Earth nomination...just so you know, all of you other wonderful women, you've got heavy competition.
...but please enjoy the music mix anyway.