This morning I woke up to our front room filled with guitars and amps. It's not the first time this has happened, but it was the first time I was really happy to see them because it reminded me my husband is HOME again.
Clint was away in Tucson for five days, recording an album with his band. I kept myself pretty busy (reading, watching movies, hanging out with friends and family) but it was still wonderful to have him crawl into bed with me at three o'clock this morning.
And the new recordings/songs I've heard so far are very, very good.
Monday, July 13, 2009