I opened the door and saw my husband. My hands went straight over my mouth. He looked so different. He had facial hair and was almost ripped. He looked so strong. Like a hero! My hero. I jumped up on him. I was hugging him and holding him tight. He put his arms around me like never before. It was so wonderful, so magical. We kissed for the first time in almost 6 1/2 years. I couldn't stop smiling. That day I knew what happiness was. I felt passion, love, joy. Just everything was better. I showed him around our home. Hardly anything had changed. There were several more pictures and many art projects but nothing of my husband's was even touched. From his guitars in this case we got together in our art room to the cherry coke bottle he left on the night stand in the bedroom. Everything was perfectly in its place even if it was well out of place. I had kept everything clean and spotless. He was over thrilled when he saw that everything was well kept and perfect. He picked me up and spun me around and kissed me hard. We went into the bedroom and well we had as little fun. He was back home where we belonged. Back home with his family.