Happy Small Treasure Tuesday! It's that special time to take a step back and appreciate those finer things in life with Chantel. You know, those small treasures that make you appreciate life?
Well for me, that treasure isn't small, but it has to be mentioned. My treasure was coming home to this:
Silly picture aside...seriously...being away from T from Tuesday until Saturday on my work trip in Vegas? Sucked. There was this time in my life where I was this independent woman who could be on her own, didn't need a man to be around her, liked being on her own....and while, yes, I'm still that independent woman and I can do just fine on my own, that's not the point. The point is...I missed my best friend. Sitting there in Vegas watching all of the crazies at the buffet line? I kept thinking "If only T were here to make fun of these people with me..." or at the final party of the event on the roof of our hotel, watching the sun set on the strip, I thought "I wish T were here to see this, it's beautiful." I missed watching stupid TV with him. I missed laying in his arms at night. I just missed him. A lot. And by Friday night, I was more than ready to come home and see my T. In fact, I could hardly wait that next day as I waited for my flight at 2:45, and man, the 4 hours couldn't go fast enough. It felt so good to pull into that garage, have T greet me at the door and share the longest hug I've had in a good long time.
So he's my treasure. Well, he's always my treasure, but coming home to my best friend? How could that not be my treasure?