
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.



