*This is my first attempt at writing. This was simply a particular day that still lives in my memory as one of my favorite days.
I was heading home from a pretty standard day at work. I had made maybe thirty dollars in tips after figuring fuel costs. I raced south down a back road with my windows down and my left hand sticking out to feel the warm sun and cool breeze flow by my fingers as I aimed my car home.
I didn't call my wife to tell her I was on my way like I usually do. I'd always call her on the road between deliveries if she wasn't in class. Most times I'd call she would be painting or playing video games. We had gotten married young, both of us were still 19 and we were each other's first. I loved her like I loved air itself, I yearned for her in the same way… Too long without her and I would feel her absence with a burning intensity. And now I was heading home to her.