My Musher and Richard drove non-stop all day and most of the night just to get home to me.
This morning she got up and made me home-made waffles!!!! I cried sweet tears of maple syrup.
I confessed that I had grown so desperate for waffles that I was sneaking the icky frozen variety into the house when Musher Mark wasn't looking. She forgave me.
When she slept last night, I had to keep checking to make sure she was really here and it wasn't just a dream.
To make sure Richard didn't sneak off, I had Cricket keep him under surveillance