Great Alone, Better Together

I say Great because I'm not one of those women who's all I WAS LOST BEFORE YOU SAVE ME LET'S RUN AWAY TOGETHER. 

Have been, admittedly.  It was hormone-related.  If I'm the only formerly 16-year old girl who can admit that, then fine.  You were all perfect, I'm the crazy one.  #serialmonogamist

But now, I'm Great alone.  

Jay's been in San Diego this week for vacation a conference, and is coming home late tonight.  It's always strange at the end of these weeks without him - they fly by, and then usually after 4 days I hit a wall where IWANTHIMBACKNOW, because you just get USED to that person being around, even when they drive you insane. 

We're redoing parts of our house (nothing major, just some paint and a new bed), and I've tried to keep things going while he's gone while second guessing every single decision I've made along the way. 

The vet agreed with us that Jake's arthritis is markedly worse than it has been, and while Jay listened to the report nicely, it's still a different way of conveying information than if he'd actually been there.  

He's my person.  I don't need him, wouldn't die without him, but I WANT him in my life, most days, even when he's telling me that 43 seems like a good age to start having kids and we TOTALLY need to move to LA.  

Stories for another day, friends.  

I think, in some ways, it's better (for us at least) to have a spouse that you want but don't need.  It makes us work harder for our relationship because it was a choice, not some act of desperation to be together.  We know who we each are, and we decided actively to be together, and to be happy where doing it. 

Think of us at 10:40 tonight when homeboy gets off the plane.  We'll have an EPIC REUNION (read: snuggling with the dogs) until 9am tomorrow when he goes to work, and then I leave for Nashville shortly after that. 

Here's hoping that 10 hours will do us for this week.