Hello Xanga! Remember me??

(posted this on Facebook "notes", but thought I'd post it here too---not sure why 'cuz I doubt anyone is even following this anymore...)

I love my husband, I really do. But, as day to day life go on--kids, jobs, house chores--you sometimes forget how much your significant other means to you. I mean, deep down, yeah, you know, but, sometimes it takes a circumstance, a struggle, a trial or even a separation to remind you. For me, this can be a weekend away with girlfriends or a class reunion.

Sometimes when I'm away, I really miss Chris. Last time, I went away for a weekend, if I thought of a joke or heard a song, it'd remind me of Chris. It's not that I couldn't have mentioned it to the girls, it's just that they wouldn't "get it" like my Chris would. So, I keep a lot of things to myself in those kinds of situations.

So, again, this past weekend as I went back to my hometown for my 20th class reunion, I was reminded of how much I appreciate Chris. He 'gets me'. He 'loves me' regardless of 'preconcieved notions' or so-called "social strata". The entire evening of my visit to my hometown, he stood by usually siliently, sometimes sat down alone and once almost fell asleep. When I went to him and apologized for how boring it was to him, he said, "It might look like I'm miserable, but I'm really not."

He is my "HOME" and I miss him when we're apart and appreciate him when I'm in situations where I feel out of place. I heard this song the other day and it made me think of Chris....

                          --uh-oh! it was only a matter of time, I guess!

(Evan's art project from school---3rd grade)