Since Wyatt and I lived away from each other for so much of our dating years, I heard that a lot. I have to admit that I was never sure I believed it. I mean, no matter how sweet it sounds, I could never get that scene from Disney’s Robin Hood out of my head, the one where Maid Marian is looking out the window and missing Robin Hood, and the chicken, Lady Kluck, says something like, “Don’t worry, my dear, absence makes the heart grow fonder.” And Maid Marian, who is pretty sad and lonely by this point in the story, says, “or forgetful…”
That always broke my heart (It still does) because I’ve felt that way before. I know it’s sometimes hard to hold on, wondering if the other person misses you as much as you miss them.
(Mushy alert: don’t read ahead if you’re prone to nausea when people get all sappy.)
But back to the point, this week without Wyatt has been different than any other we’ve spent apart. After living together, I miss him so much more! ( I didn’t think it would be that different, but it so is.) It’s like, this is no longer the norm, and all I want is for things to feel “right” in my world again. I certainly understand the “growing fonder” part now. Everyday seems to take longer to pass as I wait for Friday night to get here.
I can’t wait to see him tomorrow night (and not just because we’ll finally get to look at our wedding photos!).
My heart breaks for military families that have to be away from each other for so long. I’m so thankful that isn’t where our life has taken us, but grateful for their sacrifice. Their love must be so strong, so sincere, so hopeful.
Anyway, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I miss our little spider-infested apartment. I miss our warm, cozy bed where we fight over the covers every night. I miss our tiny kitchen that barely has room for the both of us. I miss the endless laundry and the little messes Wyatt seems to always make.
I don’t, however, miss his smelly socks. Those things are bad!