Wednesday afternoon I took Marcel to Portland so he could take an Amtrak train to visit his mom and brother for a few days before school starts. These are not the first nights we’ve spent apart because it was just last Friday that he was up in Washington DJ-ing a wedding, but knowing it is for more than 1 night has been pretty hard on me. Thursday night I had a crazy thought: our bed is the bed I had for the year before our wedding and I loved nothing more in the world to have the whole queen sized bed to myself, but I would have given just about anything that night to have someone to share it with. Also, pre-wedding, I would have given just about anything for a day (or 2 or 5) completely alone, and now there wasn’t much I wouldn’t have given up to have him here to spend time with.
My little sister was teasing me when my facebook status said, “MaryBethis going to miss her husband while he goes home for a few days. Monday can't come fast enough” because it is such a short amount of time, but after spending every night together it is a BIG adjustment for him to be gone. I am trying to remind myself that distance does in fact make the heart grow fonder—I’m a strong believer in that since I’ve seen what it has done to our relationship while we were dating and spending our summers apart—but it is easy to let the negative cloud the positive. I am anxiously awaiting his return and in the mean time, I’m going to spend some time trying to finish our dating scrapbook so that I can FINALLY start working on our wedding book. I may even try to do some cleaning, since Marcel went on vacation, only after doing all the laundry…I think it is the least I could do with all my free time!
