I'm surrounded on both sides with neighbors whose husbands have been gone much longer than two weeks and who wont be back until maybe Christmastime so I feel slightly guilty when I lament our shorter separations and instead try to stay busy and positive during the longer days without him.
The last couple weeks I felt a little giddy with anticipation and I really truly missed my husband. That's not something everyone gets to experience in their marriages- missing, longing. And though I am partial to seeing him every day there's something sweet and utterly romantic about a reunion after a long absence.
So what did we do this past weekend?
We went to the Airshow on base. We sat outside on a picnic blanket to enjoy our hot dogs and beer.
We watched movies and napped on the couch.
We went out to dinner to our favorite restaurant. We slept in. We had cinnamon rolls for breakfast. We took the dog for walks. We went out with friends. We watched the sunset (cheesy cliche but it's true). We held hands. We got to be we.