My husband is the stuff of legend.
He has rugged good looks and a wicked glint in his eye. His hands are strong and capable, becoming increasingly battered by use. His freckles are each one a delight, his tattoos made sexier by the full body of fur over them. My husband is very much a man. His humor is crude and continual, effective and endearing. He can fanagle and fix just about anything we need fanagled or fixed. His artistic skills are awe inspiring, the man can just sit down and draw…anything. He has tremendous patience with our children which balances out his deficit of child proofing skills. He has helped make my dreams come true, one kid at a time.
I could not possibly be more in love with him.
His hard work and dedication to our family are evident in every minute of his absence.
Which is a good thing. Because much like those tremendous folk tales of yore, some days I feel like I know of him only from memories, from stories of his interaction with us.
Anyone else out there have a partner they don’t get enough of? How do you deal with the loneliness and the potential for resenting their extracurriculars? How do you stifle your excitement about them finally coming home so you don’t come across as demanding?
Being perturbed by the person you have missed so dearly because you’ve missed them so dearly is some predicament.