Beyond the Surface

Elemirion has departed (I think). I spent Friday with him to help him pack and upon seeing the Feri signal high in the sky yesterday afternoon, I packed up the man child to head down South again to help them pack the truck. Although I’m not exactly a muscle woman and wasn’t hefting anything super heavy, I can’t imagine how the storage unit could have been unpacked on time without that extra cart or two. It was great seeing Mikey again and Ethan took to Elemirion right away. We even got to meet up with Sexxyred1 and Starchild for dinner.

So, Ethan did in fact get off the plane in LA on Saturday. I checked in and got to his gate and a beaming man behind the counter told me he would be pulling in to gate 24 but that the flight wasn’t there yet. So I went to go get a cup of coffee and I came back and sat down. A few minutes later, the beaming man came and found me and told me that he had been mistaken… that the flight was already there and had come in to a different gate. So he ushered me over. There was a small wall/divider thing beside the desk, in front of the big window looking out onto the runway. He was directing me towards that divider. Ethan would be, presumably, on the other side. But it wasn’t until I peeked around and laid eyes on his adorable countenance that I breathed a huge sigh of relief and smiled. ‘That one’s mine!’ I declared. Ethan looked up, registered that I was there and smiled really big. I signed the piece of paper and brought him home.

He’s settling in. He’s at his first day of camp today. They have a field trip tomorrow. He has tons to look forward to. I am SO DAMN GLED that he is home. As much as I enjoy that adult time away, there is something not quite right in the world when he is gone. We’ve already got the next couple of weekends all scheduled up. Bank account, room switch and new turtle(s).

Ryan revealed that he will be working some overtime in the upcoming weeks/months. That’s a little disappointing because he will be gone more. A couple hours a day isn’t too painful though. I’ll live. I certainly worked far more than that for a while with 2-3 full time jobs. I think the fact that I still want to be near him tons after 4 1/2 years of 24/7 speaks volumes. We have our moments. The moments when I don’t want to consider breathing the same air he’s breathing… but all in all, I dig him and can’t get enough of him. That’s a very good thing.