Today marks 8 years of marriage for my husband and I. It honestly doesn’t feel that long. Sometimes I wonder where the time went, but I can account for it all if I think about it. 100 words isn’t a lot, but its enough to say, I love you. I can’t imagine these last 8 years (11 really) without you in my life. I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Talking with K about “home” the other day, I made the comment that at some point, I hope she found what I have. Home isn’t a place. It’s where you are.

This morning, I dropped my husband off at the airport. He’ll be gone for a week. In our 8 year marriage, this is only the second time he’s been the one to go somewhere.

I travel without him not exactly frequently, but once or twice a year. He hates to travel and is rarely willing to go places with me, let alone without me. In this case, he’s working a convention for a friend’s company, so its not quite pleasure travel,

But it does upend our status quo. And for once, I’m the one left home alone with the dogs.