It's 1:41 am. I'm sitting alone in bed by the dim light coming from the hall in a house that is more messy than it ever should be. Chris is in Evie's room giving her a bottle and some extra cuddles. She's been waking for bottles at night lately... a growth spurt, perhaps. And in a few short hours, Chris will be high above us in the clouds on his way to the sunshiney South.
And we will be here.
I always hate the leaving, the goodbyes. Even if it's just for a very short time. We are better together, always.
I think a lot of it stems from our long distance relationship/engagement days when I was away at school in Tennessee. I can't even describe how awful it was to say goodbye to my love. It ached, physically, in my whole being.
I still feel part of that pain when we're separated. As silly as it may sound, I even feel a twinge of it each day when Chris leaves for work. I love him. I wish we could always be together. All the time.
We're better together.
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