This is what I came home to; a bearded man.
Nate has been in his "mourning" phase and while at first I had to keep staring at him just to get it in my head that it really is him, I am used to it now. No, I don't want it to stay forever, but I can handle it for a little while and actually who am I to complain. I change my hair on a whim so I guess I will let him work with what hair he does have!
In usual "Nate fashion" he also had a gift waiting. A big new red bag which is fabulous on it's own, but what was inside was even better. He had filled it with 102 notes of things he loves about me. How sweet is that. Who knew he loved my feet and all the many shoes that go with them? Or my overpacking tendencies. There are 100 other things that range from my being a news junkie to my proper use of sweats and my quick wit to my very very bad sense of direction. I hated being away from him, but I loved coming home to him!