I also miss his willingness to take out the trash, walk the dogs and let me hold the remote. I do not miss his coffee pot taking up a whole section of the counter, the dogs he regularly invites on the bed or the way he waits right until I'm ready to fall asleep to decide we should both get up and walk the dogs.
On the other hand, I'm above average lost when he's not here. Not lost, like I'll die. Just lost like slightly off my game and lacking the motivation to do anything that isn't mandatory. Exhibit A is the Christmas Tree in my living room that I haven't taken down yet. It's February, people. That's not good.
It's weird to actually miss his socks on the floor right next to the hamper and his wet towel draped over the bathroom door. It's not weird to miss the soft marshmallow center of his tough exterior. Exhibit B:
|Love notes in the snow.|
|Drunk texting to taunt his cousin about a coveted autographed helmet.|
But most of all I just miss him. I look forward to the day his nomadic ways come to an end. Our house is not a home without him.
Happy long distance Valentine's Day from me to him
|New Year's Eve 2012. I like how happy the two slightly inebriated people look.|