His job takes him away. A lot.
After 11 years, I know how to cope. I know how to fill my time with projects and friends. I know how to tuck his pillow under the sheets along my back to pretend he’s there. I know how to pay all the bills, mow the lawn, juggle the kids and change the lightbulbs. I know how to keep his family in the loop, to be their touchpoint. I know how to smile and brush off comments like, “I could never let my husband do that.” I know that’s actually a compliment underneath. I know how to remain calm if I don’t hear from him for days. He always calls, eventually.
But there’s nothing quite like having him home. After the kids are in bed, we sit at our respective screens. Me blogging, him trolling iTunes. Some of our best conversations happen here. This is where he makes me laugh and gets me thinking. I adore his friendship.
I wouldn’t trade our simple evenings at home for anything in the world.