My sister--my bride spent several days of this past week hundreds of miles, and about 60 degrees warmer in temps, away from me and the boys. It is something that happens once or twice a year and the boys and I have found ways of adapting to her absences. This past one was no different as we once again muddled thru our days knowing each was a day closer to having her back. Our boys are not all that old, but as they are getting older by the second, this was the best they had ever done in mommy's absence...and that helped make it more manageable for me. We actually kept the house as clean as it was when she left and that included dishes and laundry! We never ordered pizza or hit a drive-thru and never made a trip to an emergency room (or even opened the medicine cabinet for that matter) and despite the sub-zero temps, we even managed to stay warm and remain nightmare free at night. You might even say we got a little cocky about how well we did without her.
Of course, we are not cocky. We are not proud. We are not even confident that if she left again next month we could repeat our stellar bachelor-dom performance. We know how much we miss her when she isn't there. We know we don't like to have her gone. We know that the best part of the whole week was the moment of her return as she came up the stairs for the first time in several days. Our focus was on getting through those days. It was basic and fundamental. The joy came when she got home. As surviving goes, we could do it, but when she's with us we can go beyond mere survival.
We survived without you, yes. We THRIVE with you, most definetly!
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