Sam called me on Monday and told me he was taking off on a six-day trip with friends. I had known that he had a week off and was planning on trying to coordinate something last minute, but I did expect more notice that I was given.
I also expected that he'd accomplish more than 1.5 of the chores I left for him before heading to work. C'est la vie.
I don't want anyone to think that I'm a tyrant, I actually really encourage Sam to take trips with his friends and leave me home. My dad has an annual fishing trip, which has evolved a bit over the years and now is a bit less about roughing it and more about relaxing and being man-pampered. But still, I remember how much my dad looked forward to those escapes... and how excited he was when he got home. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder sometimes.
This week I've realized that I am overjoyed to be marrying my best friend in the whole world. He encourages me to push my limits professionally and personally while supporting me and making sure I know what a great person I am. He's the first person I want to talk to, and maybe more importantly, he's the person I was to sit quietly with in bed reading books or on the couch watching a movie.
I'm looking forward to picking Sam up from the airport on Saturday. Especially since he's leaving again next Thursday - Saturday and then again the second week of June for work functions. Good thing he's marrying an independent woman! And, once again, I'm thankful for our long-distance days in college.
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