This week Alex and I traveled to Norther California to relax (I got sick again, stupid colds), visit with old friends, and see family. Here are some high lights from our week thus far.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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.