Daddy's home!

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George gets back from a ten day fishing trip to Alaska today.  I miss him so much when he's gone. He is my best friend, and after twenty-seven years of marriage, his absences are difficult to bear. We are pretty independent as individuals, but, we love the togetherness.

It has become an inherent part of our relationship that we each go places for a week or more, sometimes up to a month, to enjoy our individual pursuits.  Visiting kids, lounging on the beach, camping, hunting, fishing...  

Getting back together is so neat; sharing the stories, laughing, seeing the restful relaxation in the other's eyes.  

I wrote our vows, and, in them, I wrote, 'This love is not in spite of, but because of, the absences', referring to a few months- or years-long break ups during the ten year courtship. We grew as individuals, and brought more magic and spark back to the relationship.  It is that way now.

I look forward to the relaxed, youthful person I will greet at the airport.  He is closer to the man I fell in love with, and I am happy for him.