I miss her

As most of you know, Cheri is in Virginia.  The hardest time of our relationship was when we lived 600 miles apart, which is what has made this week so hard.  It brings back all those memories of going to bed thinking about when I’ll get to see her again.  Even after a couple years of marriage, we sit and spent a minimum of an hour every night talking on the phone while she’s been gone.  I’ve always appreciated all she does for me, but maybe I haven’t expressed that as much as I should have.  She tells me she loves me all the time, and I love that about her.  I feel like if I always just say I love you back every time she says it, then it won’t be sincere.  While I do tell it to her first on occasion, it certainly isn’t often enough.  I will work on that when she comes home.

I hate to admit that I was looking forward to having some alone time this weekend with no wife or kids, but to be honest, even though I wasn’t doing much of anything other than sit on the computer while watching TV, I wanted Cheri there.  We could sit in the same room for hours without talking and it wouldn’t matter.  She makes me more comfortable when she’s around.  I realized how pathetic I am this week because I miss her more than I thought I would.  Don’t get me wrong, I knew I’d miss her, I wasn’t expecting to miss her this much.

She probably thinks I miss her because she does most everything around the house, but that has nothing to do with it.  I cook out of boxes or frozen stuff so that only takes a few minutes in the kitchen, I’ve only had to run 1 load of laundry and I haven’t even ran the dishwasher yet (I will tonight).  So while I do miss that she takes care of everything, that’s not what I miss the most.  I miss her.  I miss having her here to talk to and to talk to me.  I miss joking around with her.  I miss hugging her.  I miss kissing her.  What it all comes down to is, I miss her.

Why am I expressing this today? 

2 years ago today, Cheri and I headed out to a local small town that had a little meaning to us. We drove downtown to the local park where a local pastor met us. We stood at the gazebo and within 5 minutes or so, we were married. We then texted and called family and friends before posting on Facebook. Because nobody knew we were doing it. While some were shocked that we got married without anyone there, nobody was shocked that we got married. Everyone knew we were in love. We’d been living together since the previous June and it pretty much felt like we’ve been married for years. You can check out our story here.

Since then, I’ve only fallen more in love. We’ve had our trials and tribulations, but we always come out together in the end. We have our differences, but we have a lot more in common. We both are homebodies and we are both content just sitting in the same room together most of the time. Sure, we enjoy the occasional movie or date night, but really, as long as we are together we don’t really care what we are doing.

I know 2 years together isn’t the momentous compared to most of you.  But it’s been the best 2 years of my life and I only look forward to the next 50 more together.

Happy Anniversary Baby, come home soon.  I love you.