Home With a Side Trip Through Atlanta

My beloved Computer Guy has been gone all week to a convention in Las Vegas.  He’d never been there before and was a bit curious as to what all the fuss was about.  He didn’t sound that impressed with Sin City, but he thought Salt Lake City was beautiful.

His flight home was delayed by two flat tires and a missed flight.  Instead of happily snoring next to me, he’s spending the night in Salt Lake City at the expense of the airline.  His suitcase is sleeping in Atlanta.  How did it get to Atlanta on an itinerary of Vegas-SLC-OKC?  I suspect that only the airlines know the answer to that.  It is one of the great mysteries of the modern age….why does all lost luggage end up in Atlanta?

We’ve missed him terribly this week.  I had no idea how much our lives revolved around him until we removed him from them.  His comings and goings are the schedule around which we plan our days.  His  waking up awakens me every morning, and his snoring is what sings me to sleep.  I complain about it, but without the sound of his deep, restful breathing it is too quiet to sleep.

We have been married for more than 14 years, and I don’t like to spend even one night apart.  I still like him enough to prefer his company to any other.  That’s probably a good thing since I plan on hanging around with him for quite a few years more.

When we were first married ( after living together for over a year), my mother in law asked me what I thought of being married.  I shrugged my shoulders and replied, “It’s not that different.  We just have better dishes now.”  Her eyebrow went up, but she never said anything, bless her.  I think back to that answer and it makes me smile at my own naivete and at hers in asking such a deep question of such a silly girl.  A month after the wedding I had no idea what being married was all about.  I couldn’t even being to imagine the trials and triumphs we had in store for us.  I didn’t yet know enough to answer that question.  I’m not sure I know enough yet.  I learn something new about marriage everyday.  Perhaps when we’ve been married 60 years I may be ready to tell her what I think of being married.

What do I think today?  Marrying that guy was one of the best decisions I’ve made.  I can’t imagine wanting to do anything more than I want to be his wife.  I thank God daily for thinking I was worthy of marrying him.  I can’t wait for his plane to land.  Being apart is great for showing me how much I truly love him and for the reunions.  😉