Jared's visit

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 My much-anticipated weekend with Jared has come and gone, and though I'm sorry it's over, I feel so good to have seen him and had a wonderful time. Bernie kindly drove me to the airport to pick him up, and I treated them to a seafood lunch at No Name. When we got home, I finally got to show Jared Elsinore, and we got him settled in, and then we got in some much-needed snuggling before dinner. God, I missed being in him arms. I wanted to make him one of his favorite meals from home in honor of his visit-- crusted pan-fried tilapia, sauted broccoli and cauliflower in pine nuts, mashed sweet potatoes, and red velvet cake for dessert. It was a big job, as I am a fairly novice cook and I had to make enough for ten people, but I had the various guests lending me their hands, so somehow I made it through. Everyone seemed to enjoy it-- to my delight, Jared included. The fish was unfortunately not what it was supposed to be, but it was still tasty, and I am determined to learn how to make it exactly as his mother does. :-) Yeah, I want to be that kind of girlfriend. After some lively after-dinner discussion, the guests retired happy, and I was blissfully reminded of how much I missed falling alseep in Jared's arms. Waking up beside him is definitely nice too. The next day we were supposed to have lunch with 

rigeland bleemoo, but due to some very poor planning and losing track of time on my part, I made it unfortunately difficult for them to connect with us. I apologized profusely, they kindly and graciously forgave my rudeness and my fucking up, and we had a very nice lunch. I'm glad we got to see them, and that they got to see Jared. Dinner with the Daves and a mall trip the next day followed, where Jared, lovely man that he is, bought me the most beautiful bone china tea set as a housewarming present. It's so lovely and exactly what I've always wanted. I shall have to have tea parties with it. Dave drove us back to the airport afterward. I wish we had gotten there later, as his flight got delayed and we could have spent that time together. I didn't want him to go. I want to keep waking up next to him and climbing all over him and kicking each other's butts at video games and cooking for him and talking to him and kissing him whenever I want to, sometimes for no reason at all.

I cried most of the way home from the airport. I miss him already. But I'm focusing on how happy his visit made me, not how sad I was for his having to go home again. 

I'll be visiting him in Chicago in two weeks. I won't start another countdown for that yet. At least not on my LiveJournal.