See, Mark's only been at his parents' house for, what now, not even 12 hours. He's been gone for like 14, maybe. And I'm already dying without him.
I always appreciate my husband. I love the way he loves me and makes me laugh and cares for me. But I forget how much I love his company until he's gone. The thing is, I can't remember a time when he left to go somewhere without me. Sure, I've left HIM to go visit friends or family ... but I can't remember the last time I've been by myself at night. It was probably back when he worked night shift. And even then, I knew he was coming home soon.
This time, it's different. It could be because I'm tired, or because I'm cramping like whoa, or because it was a long day. Or because it's 9 PM and I'm still waiting for my cornbread to cool off (would you hurry UP already??) so I can construct this layered salad thing to take with me tomorrow. Or because I have a hole in my foot that hurts. Or a hole in my mouth where I bit it when I was eating a donut. (Yes, I know they're terrible. Do I care? Um, not tonight.)
But whatever the reason, I'm really missing Mark tonight. I can't wait for Kelly to come. It'll be better when the house doesn't feel quite so empty.