Maty Bombay comes home to the old bachelor

This very evening, my darling wife, Maty Bombay, returns from her month-long sojourn in Ouagadougou.  I'm both anxious and happy.  It's been a rough stretch of road while she's been gone.  I started reverting to some of my old bachelor habits, very few of which are savory.  It'll be good to have her here, whipping me into shape.

These 4 and a half years we've been married have flown by like the wind.  Before Maty, I was single for so long that, even now, domestic life seems alien to me.

But I like it.  

Not every day is sugar, 'tis true.  I'll still say it to anyone that cares to listen:  I sure did get lucky.  Yeppers.  Damn lucky, indeed.

Congregation gathers down by the riverside
Preacher stands with his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride
Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree
Groom stands alone and watches the river rush on so effortlessly
Lord and he's wonderin' where can his baby be
Still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe
--Reason to Believe, Bruce Springsteen