Sunday, December 07, 2008

We are always late for church. Well, we are always late when it's "we", but today it was just "me"so we were on time. Barely.

My husband is the last one to shower, and he jumps in the van once we are all in and ready to go. His hair is still wet, and he usually spends part of the ride putting on his shoes and socks. I've always found this last minute, race to the finish annoying and rather inconsiderate. Church is something that I don't think we should be late for . . . at least most of the time.

Anyways, today in church, I missed that smell of his drying hair. I missed the warmth of him next to me, and how he reaches out to hold my hand as soon as we sit down. I missed leaning against him during the sermon, and watching him hold and smile at the baby throughout the service.

I'm finding that it's the little things, like the smell of his damp hair, that get me when I least expect it.

It's a strange sensation being alone when you've been together for so long.

3 comments:

Rach said...

I can't imagine...

The time we came remotely close to your situation was when we lived apart for 6 months while establishing ourselves in a new city. I remember that first week we were apart and those little things you mentioned, became so important...

The Ashworth family said...

I've never had to experience this but I know that your experience helps me to hold on to my David a little bit longer. Praying for you.

Val said...

Praying you'll enjoy this once again.