A week without husband

This was, quite honestly, one of the strangest weeks of my life. As an independent, adventurous, trail-blazer kind of girl, I thought I had overcome any problems with being alone. I knew I could take on China by myself, Israel by myself and big city living by myself with only a few minor hiccups along the way. I thought when it came to being on my own... I'd seen it all. Boy was I wrong.

Sweet husband was gone last week for a conference in southern Utah.. and suddenly, after 3 weeks of marriage, I was all alone. This was not the.. i'm in a classroom studying alone "alone" nor was it the "no one understands what i'm going through" "alone"... it was none of those alone feelings.

This feeling was... a part of me was missing. The apartment was eerie silent, as if I could feel the emptiness around me. I had no motivation to cook for myself (yay to granola bars and pb&js for consecutive days) and no one to drive to school with at a sleepy 7am. The pillows smelled like him. His clothes were next to mine in the closet. But he was...gone.

Husband was only gone for 4 days... but it was 4 days too long! Him leaving last week taught me how much I love and need him, that despite my happy, single, independent memories nothing is worth being without him. I am part of a whole now...and.. for lack of a better phrase - we're oh-so-much better when we are together!