Absence Makes the Heart...

Matt rarely travels for business, but this week was his second brief trip since our wedding. He knew about the first trip before we were married and I quickly suggested I go with him to take in the sights over the weekend. That trip was in New Orleans and we had fun. 

This trip was in Pennsylvania and it was in the middle of the week. We plan to check out Amish country at some point, but the timing of this trip didn't work for me to tag along. I missed him. A. LOT. 

Although I admit my family may see this as simply reverting back to old habits, it was more than that. Whenever it came time to go to bed, I put it off. The first night I went to bed around 2 a.m. or so (but don't worry I got up at my normal time so it didn't affect my day). 

When I slid into bed, I didn't like having the spot next to me empty. He was not where he belongs.

The second night I worked on things around the house until the wee hours of the morning (If I sat still I probably would have fallen asleep). I finally went to bed and slept for a couple of hours, but felt the same as I had before.

The third night when Matt came home, he was a sight for sore eyes. After about 30 minutes of clingyness on my part, I cautioned him that I may be a little overwhelming with my affection (understatement of the century) since I'd missed him so much. He was facing the t.v. at the time, but I saw that wonderful smile cross his face, ear to ear. I think he knew I missed him ;)

We are better together