They say absence makes the heart grow fonder... and I agree. I was missing my husband and Lucy so much on Friday night, sitting in my hotel room alone, I actually shed a few tears (I know, I know...) and may have driven a few (or quite a few) miles over the speed limit on my way home from the airport on Saturday morning. And after hugs and kisses, tI embarked on the work of unpacking, doing laundry, re-packing, getting my hair cut (essential), running a few errands, paying bills, and answering emails... which I did in a fury so that I could set it all aside and enjoy time with my two loves for at least six hours.
And so we did. In our comfy clothes we set up shop outside our condo in the cool, crisp Colorado air, popped open a bottle of wine, grilled up some chicken and veggies, put the music on, and settled in with the sole mission of getting caught up. Ahhhhhh. Which we did. Which led to popping open bottle of wine #2... and bottle of wine #3. And I found myself saying out loud, "I am so grateful for this moment," while resisting the impending notion that my alarm was set for 8:00am to get up and leave these two again... for another whole week. I stayed in the moment as much as possible. And it was awesome. Full of awesome.
This morning Eric got up with me to take care of Lucy and make me breakfast while I got ready, which was such a sweet gesture that I felt the tears coming on again... but I held them back as I said good-bye. Again.
Now I'm sitting at the airport, focusing on my mindset and attitude as I head into one more week of craziness, reminding myself of how blessed I am to do work that I love and have a supportive husband who makes it all ok and who takes care of me--whether I'm away from home or home for less than 20 hours.
Blessed. Grateful. Honored. Loved. Thankful.