As my husband tossed suitcases on the bed and selected shirts and ties for his six-day business trip, I lounged about the house like a little girl whose best friend was about to move away. I couldn’t believe how much I missed him and he was still there!
We had never spent more than a few days away from each other since the kids were born. Recently, since I’d become a work-from-home mom, I’d felt kind of suffocated by my whole life revolving around what happened between the four walls of our house. Still, having my husband go away from home truly reminded me that not only do I love him, but I still like this dude. A lot. Absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder.
Having him gone from the house for a week made me realize all the little ways he enriches my life.
I like chatting with him about the challenges of his work day, and I like hearing him laugh while he watches Bones.
I like the big smile I get when I make him a plate for dinner, and the hearty “That was delicious” I get when he’s finished.
While he was gone, it took me forever to fall asleep, but when he’s here I can be out like a light in 1 minute or less.
I work from home and while my husband was gone I got all my work done by 8:30, when I’m normally up until midnight. This proved to me that I do indeed spend a lot of time talking to my husband and paying attention to his needs!
When my daughter spiked a fever out of nowhere, I wished more than anything that he was there to help, even though when he’s here, I push him aside in my typical “Mommy knows best” fashion.