The title is an oxymoron we are living right now.
I am in Atlanta and haven’t seen Tom for week. I won’t see him until late Friday night, and to say I miss him is a huge understatement. In 33 years we haven’t been apart for more than a week. This is a stretch for both of us, but one worth it because of the love we share for our daughter and her precious, growing family.
I haven’t had much time to think about “us” because my days are full, very full of cooking, laughing, playing with toddlers and cleaning. I’ve been baking and chauffeuring and even playing with the sweet dog. We’ve bird watched and made a few runs to Starbucks for a quick afternoon treat for Tracy and me. I have been busy and by days end, I’m even more tired, only to wake up and start all over again.
Tom on the other hand, has made himself stay busy in a very quiet house. He called yesterday saying he’s tired of the rain. Tropical Storm Debby (ironic, isn’t it?) has parked over Florida in my absence, keeping Tom from doing anything outside. No golf, no working on the yard or house, nada. In an effort to have something to do and as a blessing to me, he spent 3 hours of his weekend catching up on my ironing because he loves me. <happy sigh>
Ah, I love this man.
He romances me in ways that continually take my breath away. Our relationship began from a distance, so we know how to connect heart to heart with the words we speak. He calls me just to hear my voice, which makes me smile.
Three more days and he’ll get to hold Stella Grace for the first time. And once more I’ll get to marvel at how God has blessed me with such a man who knows how to love me, even from a distance.
How do you show your love to your spouse when distance separates you?