Absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say. I’m about to find out. My husband and I are on day 1 (really, hour 1, but I didn’t want to sound too pathetic) of a 21-day separation – the kids and I visiting family and friends, he finishing the semester.
Already, I miss him. I’m hoping to journal something I miss about him every day, and while our marriage is nowhere near “on the rocks”, I’m hoping this separation will strengthen our relationship.
Today, I missed that he takes care of car stuff, including car seats and such. Without my dad’s help, transferring car seats might have taken me all day. Installing the headrest mirror took far longer than it should have because I’m usually watching the children while my husband is preparing the car for the children.
I cried when he left but I wanted to be strong, to think that I can handle two kids for three weeks without him, but the truth is I can’t, and I can’t wait for him to come back.
It’s true. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. It’s also true how you realize how good something truly is once it is thousands of miles away. It has been almost four months that Jon and I have been apart from each other, and it is very difficult. Skype helps, but is not the same as the real thing. I can see God working in both of us, helping us to realize some of the things that we took for granted before, and to work those things out. I CANNOT wait until I see him. It will be a reunion unlike any other.