My Wonderful Wife took a weekend getaway with friends, very well deserved, I might add...
Of the few times she has been missing from our home, I find that I'm never surprised at what I miss, in her absence...
Not the cooking or cleaning, the laundry or dishes. I appreciate beyond belief all those parts also, but the other parts, those...those extra things that also are such an integral part of her personality...
What I missed were the things like sitting across from her and hearing her passionately describe her day or in a few cases, her week ends..
I lean forward and watch her eyes, excited like a child and listen intently to her speech that is so animated, like a twelve year old describing a week and a half at Disneyland...
Sometimes she barely stops for a breath... I love that about her.
Not only about trips, but workouts and runs, Church meetings and school functions..
I miss watching her following her unique patterns that I have grown to memorize and love, by heart... I miss seeing her scamp thru the house in her work out clothes, heading for the gym, the smile and contentment on her face as she comes thru the door, after coffee or lunch with her friends...
How she always comes into the room before she leaves for anywhere, to kiss me goodbye and say that she loves me...
How right after she unloads whatever she carries into the house with her, she comes straight to where I'm at and kisses me hello..
How she walks thru our floors with a lizard on her shoulder, just like she did with each of our children..
Once a mom, always a mom...
I miss waking up and reaching to her side of the bed and knowing she just went downstairs to the couch for a few hours sleep by escaping my snoring...
I miss making the bed in the morning and going back upstairs half an hour later to see it just a little more smoothly and neatly made than when I left it..
All the little idiocincricies that make up this amazing woman that no one else here seems to miss. They all have their own list though, each of my children, of the little things she does or a way that she laughs with them or hugs them... When she is gone, what is here is an absence...
But that's not completely true. What is left is a million things that we remember and love.
She is here when she is gone. Not in her being or doing, but in our hearts and souls.
But mostly I miss her because she is my best friend. She gets the unspoken jokes and sees beyond the bravado, inside a heart she has memorized as well as I have memorized hers.
I guess what I'm saying is I have no understanding of the husbands who enjoy the absence of their bride, when away...
Maybe we haven't been married that long.
I don't know.. I'm just glad she's home and I was able to watch the excitement in her eyes and hear the non stop passion in her words, and after setting down her travel bags, that she headed straight to me and gave me a kiss...
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