I wait for him every week
We have a secret that no one else knows
He brings me something no one else can, a thrill, an excitement, mystery
I want to tell him how much he means to me but will he stop coming?
I wait, breath held, coffee warm, baby asleep, to open the gifts I know he’s got
Always a thrill
For fear of interruption turn the phone off, shut the computer down, lock the doors
Where should I sit?
What should I wear?
Radio on or off?
I’ve waited all week for this day and now its here!
I hear his tires hit the gravel shoulder and my heart skips a beat
I feel like a high school girl, giddy with anticipation
I skip to the window and sneak a peak
FLYERS ARE HERE!!