The state of us

The picture from the truck is from Gabe's truck; where we ate lunch together, to have 5 God damn minutes together. He feels so guilty about being gone so much and I don't want to guilt him. He came to the office and picked me up, bringing food because I didn't have time to really cook this morning. It's little moments like this, where we both shut off our phones and just talk that I love. This project is going well but it's so much work and needs to be done as soon as possible; he can't wait to be done and neither can I. Sunday he came home, dropped his stuff on the table by the door, scooped me up, kissed me, and said " I needed a good dose of my baby." I needed a good dose of him too, believe me. I worked late last night, had to be there at 6:00 am today, and hated every minute of it to be honest. I know the seperation gets to both of us, he just bares it better than I do. Of course we talk during the day but being able to actually eat together and look into each other's eyes while we talk is so much better. I don't want to be the fiance who constantly has to have her man around, but having a couple of precious hours with him every day doesn't feel like enough. He was complaining a bit that they don't give him time to breathe really, and didn't want to go back but he knows he has to. This is where his more pragmatic nature comes in versus my hot headed goblin nature. I got a new addition to my skin care routine and made my first attempt at a home made matcha latte, it took a lot of stirring and whisking but was so damn good. I need to get back to work and then get home, to be at work by 6:00 am again tomorrow. How he puts up with this soul crushing routine amazes me. I guess that's it for now.