melancholy cowgirls

072911.  It’s only been three weeks.

We talk every day.

We iChat once or twice a week.

It’s not like he’s at war or anything.

It’s not like he’s not coming home.

And it’s not like I’m not going to see him again.

But the Cowboy is a presence.

He has presence.

And when he’s not here, there’s a noticeable hole in the fabric of our home.

He’s strong.

Passionate.

Kind.

Gentle.

Sensitive.

Rugged (even WITH a mustache).

More than a little bit goofy (especially with the mustache).

And the LO and I love and miss him … like crazy.

So we’re keeping busy. 

Cleaning. 

Sorting (through old photos of the Cowboy from a time when I didn’t know him but would have loved him as much if not more than I do already). 

Packing (things for storage, things for the basement, things to clear out some of the clutter as the cottage hits the market). 

Getting ready for the OLO (and maybe for a move … if the Universe aligns).

And counting the days (37) until we get to be in his arms, again.

Are you ready for summer to be over?

Comments

[The Cowboy]

I am! Miss and loving you two beyond belief.

Your displaced Cowboy.

[@elizabethcraft]

Wow, what a romantic comment from the Cowboy. I enjoy this love story immensely! (Hope you don't mind.)

[yogini cowgirl]

It's hard not to love a Cowboy ... especially the Cowboy-poets. That's an age-old dilemma for us women-folk, isn't it? :-)

[Jeremy Bastow]

So you're a fan of cowboys huh? My father used to be very supportive of his brother, who was once a cowboy. Now that they got old, they just watch cowboys on TV. They sometimes watch them live and I accompany 'em every time they do. Their cowboy spirit is still alive!