Souls

Ah, I love this quote. As I read it, I thought of my husband. Both of us are independent and strong-willed (he might call me hard-headed, actually), and neither of cares much for crowds or a lot of people around us, perfectly content to do things on our own. But when we are away from each other, it just doesn’t feel the same, like something is not quite right, until we are with each other again.

I get text messages through the day:

I miss you.

Let’s go home.

I love you.

I will pause my typing or reading, and I send him a message to let him know that he is on my mind, too. No matter how busy I am, no matter how many meetings or assignments or calls, in the back of my mind, I am looking forward to getting home to him.

Pulling into our driveway is such an incredible feeling, especially if he’s already home, and I see his truck parked there, and lights glowing in the house, and smoke already drifting out of the chimney if it’s going to be a cold night. I unlock the front door, leave the day and the world behind, and go find him.

Sometimes, he is sitting right there in the living room, waiting for me, smiling when he sees me. If he isn’t, I follow the sound of him singing or playing music or talking out loud to himself, a habit that both of us have, and then, as I kiss him hello, I feel like I am right where I am supposed to be again.

Shiny Car

Yesterday I did a 2-hour workout, but not in the gym: it was in our own driveway! I had read that you should wax a new car as soon as possible, so I stocked up on car care supplies and gave my car a spa day: wash, vacuum, hand-wax, and detailing. After all that buffing, my shoulders are reminding me today that I probably should have stretched.

I still miss my old car. I had it so long that it just felt like part of me while I was driving. My husband joked that the driver’s side was molded perfectly to my butt, and my butt only.

I’m still getting used to all the lights, buttons, and fancy gadgets in this one that my old one didn’t have. I’m not quite as terrified to drive this one now, slowly feeling more comfortable in it, but I still don’t know what everything does. The car came with four manuals that I am making my way through, learning new things every time I open one.

Driving to work this morning, I admired my detailing work, the shiny interior, clean touch-screen, everything sleek and new and beautiful. It was a lot of work, but definitely worth it.

When I got to work, I found myself turning in the parking lot to glance back at my car one more time, and I smiled. I will always miss my old car, but this one is certainly starting to grow on me, too.

The Text

After more than a week off with my husband over Christmas, I was far from ready this morning to get up and head back to work. I thoroughly enjoyed our leisurely mornings, sleeping in, snuggling, starting the day with “What do you want to do today?”

I have been in slow motion today, my mind not really at work at all, and I guess I was not the only one. I had only been at work a few hours when I got this text:

I went outside, and my husband was parked at the curb with the window down. He offered to abduct me from work, and it was quite tempting, but I suppose I should actually get something done today. I will be leaving soon for a few more days off, after all, and we are more than ready to enjoy the hell out of them.

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