Missing Someone

I heard it said once that the hardest way to miss someone is when you are sitting right beside them.

This is how I feel when I go visit my husband. Sitting two feet away and seperated by an inch of glass. You want to reach out and touch him but you can't. You can't feel the warmth of his skin against yours. You cannot hug or kiss him.

You can talk about everything going on but you cannot comfort eachother. You can talk and talk, for two hours. Of course my visits are often interrupted by our daughters both wanting to talk to their daddy.

They can't touch him either.

I miss my husband. Not just an i-wish-you-were-here kind of missing. I miss him like the flowers missing the sun in the winter time. Or like the desert misses the rain.

And it's not just him I miss. It's his ways. The things he does. How he goes out of his way to make sure I have everything I need. Funny thing is, the thing I need most right now is him. I can survive without him. I have proven that time and again, I just don't want to.

So for now, I will miss him and strengthen what we can of our marriage from here.

In 15 days, we'll have been married for 10 years. And I miss him still.