It's been a long year. And I don't often think about the amount of time my husband has spent away from me in terms that break my heart, but I think back over the last 12 months, and it hurts when I realize that he's basically missed a full year of our life together. He missed Europe, both our birthdays, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and our anniversary. He missed picking out the house we're renting and buying furniture. He missed helping me pack and move. Now he keeps roaming around the house, looking for his stuff and laughing when I tell him I honestly have no clue where it is.
Thankfully, we've picked up where we left off. Well, no. That's not true. We're BETTER. I often talk about just how easy marriage comes to us, and it's more true than ever. Even when I'm freaking out about the Mustang breaking down or the fact that I don't own any pants that are the right size. I didn't realize how lonely it was here until I got to share the space with him. I love it.
So what's happiness?
I think I know.
Today's lesson: You can make up for lost time. And in trying to fill in what you missed, you can make some truly special memories.