Airport reunions used to be an ever-present (and ever-important) aspect of my husband's and my relationship. We were long-distance in college, so getting to see each other every six to eight weeks in baggage claim at the airport was always a momentous occasion. I still remember feeling butterflies in my stomach, stopping in the restroom to fix my hair and makeup to make sure I looked perfect for the reunion I'd been dreaming about for two months.
On Sunday night, I flew back from Boston. It made me realize that I've completely lost the stamina it takes to be away from my husband - after three and a half days, I missed him terribly. When I got to the airport, though, there were no butterflies - just a very, VERY empty stomach after going ten hours without eating. There was also no makeup - why subject my skin to that kind of nonsense when all I was going to be doing was sitting on a plane?
So, Sunday night, I dragged myself down the airport steps, loaded down with carry-ons, dirty hair, no makeup, and feeling grumpy because I was so hungry. And then I realized that my husband had done the most romantic thing ever - he brought sushi with him INTO the airport so I could eat on the spot. As I wolfed down the special handroll he'd gotten for me, I didn't think I'd ever loved him more. Our relationship didn't look beautiful from the outside in that moment, but it felt like the most precious thing on earth.
I'm going to apologize in advance for my posting frequency over these next couple weeks - I was in Boston last weekend, will be in Houston this next weekend, and my parents-in-law will be visiting the weekend after that! While I'm looking forward to every single trip/visit, my hectic schedule is probably going to do some damage to my ability to churn out regular blog posts. Hopefully you understand.
That irregular posting frequency resulted in me missing the opportunity to memorialize a very important day on this blog - my mom's birthday! Her birthday was yesterday, and I can't wait to get into town on Thursday so our entire family can celebrate the occasion this weekend. My mom is truly the most ardently loving and supportive mother you will ever meet - she loves the people in her life with reckless abandon, a trait I try to emulate every day. I love you so much, Mom!
Happy, happy Tuesday.