Wednesday evening, I got a sad surprise.
Jess called me on his way home from work informing me that he had to fly up to Utah in less than an hour. He was on his way home from work, he needed to finish up some work calls, charge his phone, and he'd be on his way. He wouldn't be back until Saturday.
Needless to say, I was really sad. We already had fun date plans for Friday night. I had plans for us that night, and the next as well. But they were going to have to wait.
Since there wasn't much I could do, I packed his bag, drove him to the airport, and prepared myself for my first few nights completely alone in an empty house. EVER.
The nights were very lonely. I slept without much problem (a big accomplishment for me and my scaredy-cat self.) But it was sad laying down to nobody beside me and waking up to an empty pillow next to mine.
But somehow I got through it all. Jess was where he needed to be, and I learned that I can stay home alone. I tested my limits.
And when I picked him up from the airport on Saturday evening, I had never been so happy to see him. Seriously. I know, pathetic. We were only apart for three days. But I never want to be apart from him. He's my best friend.
Plus, the car make-out was fabulous.
And then we had a nice night at home filled with take-out, a scary movie, and a chick flick. And I had someone to cuddle with before bed.
It was perfect.
I love my husband. I hate it when he's gone. But I love it when he comes back. It helps me remember how lucky I am to have him in my life.
It still amazes me that I found him. I'm so blessed.