For the past several weeks, I haven't seen much of my husband. He's been crazy busy at work since we returned from Peru, but especially so recently. When he was home for dinner, he'd retreat into the office as soon as he finished eating and then I'd see him for a few minutes before I went to bed. I'm used to this. It happens regularly and quite frankly, is something that I will likely deal with until he retires. And I'm okay with it. I've gotten to a point where I accept it and don't bitch about it because well, it is what it is. And because of the hours he works and the time he puts into his job, it affords us the opportunity to do a lot of fun stuff that we wouldn't have the time or money to do without his crazy work schedule.
But, even though I'm really good at putting on a happy face and filling up my time with maintaining the house, hanging out with friends and participating in a list of hobbies, it doesn't mean that I don't miss him. I do. A lot. Although it's become so common a feeling that I almost don't notice it's there anymore. That is, until we spend some quality time together and it hits me like a brick. I miss him.
I got back from Sporty's shower Sunday night and almost fell asleep immediately. But, I still got to see him for a bit. Monday night he was home for dinner and for the rest of the night we just hung out on the couch and spent time together, no work to do, no distractions. Last night, he was home early. We ate dinner together, watched the Celtics-Cavs game and then went to bed at the same time (an anomaly as I have to be at work much earlier than him usually) and read and joked around together before falling sleep. This morning we carpooled since we're going to the Lakers game tonight and prefer having only one car at the game. We listened to sports radio and talked about the crazy topics they were discussing. And all these little things are the reason I'm so happy this morning. That I feel like I'm floating along. That I feel so complete and satisfied with everything.
I know that in a few weeks it'll be back to the grind as usual. I'll go back to my crazy schedule as he throws himself back into work. But it's these moments of normalcy, of time spent together just enjoying one another, that I live for.