Look what came in the mail this week.
Yesterday my husband, Alex, flew to Alaska. I kissed him and said good bye. Our last kiss for four weeks. I miss him in waves. He really has not been gone long enough to really miss him, but I know he is gone and this is hard.
I tried to keep busy all day and not think about how alone I was going to be for the next few weeks. When I came home from work I was like a woman possessed I cleaned and cleaned the almost clean house until Izzi called about us going out. We first looked at puppies and kittens. Then we gorged ourselves on Sushi. I was saddened when I had a split second thought of texting Alex to see if he needed anything for me to bring home.
Home was quiet. I watched T.V. until I was so tired I was about to pass out. I woke up around four in the morning like I always do when he is not in bed with me. I hugged his pillow close and drifted back to sleep. I woke up to Zoey snuggling with me and wished (not for the first time) that there was a tiny us.