Clint left this morning to go out of town for work. I still don’t like when he leaves, but I’m getting so much better at keeping myself in check when leaves. After all, I will survive one or two nights without him.
Back when we were dating it was a completely different story. I would have debilitating panic attacks about him leaving. I would always go sleepover at my parent’s house or have my sister come sleep over my house because I just hated being all alone. The bizarre thing is I lived alone before we started dating. Sure, it was like 7 minutes from my parent’s house but it was the second apartment I lived in alone and I was quite content with my little existence.
So what’s my point in all of this? Don’t worry, there is one… it just isn’t a profound one.
Thinking about all of this made me think of the first time we were apart once we became a real couple. I say “real couple” because I went down to Austin to visit friends when we had been dating for only 2 weeks. That was also the weekend that his best friend died in a car crash and really needs to be reserved for its own post someday.
So, the first time we were apart as a real couple was when Clint went to Jamaica to be a groomsmen in a friend’s wedding. We had been dating about four months. He was gone for a few days and I remember being devastated that he was going away. I slept in his t-shirt every night and counted down the minutes until I had to go pick him up at the airport.
Before he left I got a card for every day he was going to be gone, labeled them “day one” “day two” etc., and hid them in his suitcase while he was in the bathroom. I wanted him to know how much I missed him everyday he was gone. I try to do sweet things like this as much as possible. I like letting him know how much I love him. Admittedly, I did them so much more when we were dating and sans baby.
Last night while we were in bed I thought that it would be great if I hid a love note in Clint’s bag before he left this morning just to thank him for working so hard to support us girls in his life. But of course, my sweet husband had to go and get up before me this morning, turning off the monitor to let me sleep in an extra few minutes. He got Madison up, changed her diaper and set her up for her bottle and while I was dawdling around trying to make a smoothie for breakfast he walked out of our room with his overnight bag and said he was leaving. I tried to think quick to see if I could write a note and slip it in without him seeing but there was no way.
So I just stopped in the kitchen, looked at him and told him my heart was in the right place but the morning got away from me. He hugged and kissed me, hugged and kissed Madison, told us how much he loved us and headed out of town. I may not do the little things like notes tucked away into a bag, but clearly I’m doing something right because I can see the love in his eyes grow everyday he’s with us.
Ok readers, tell me… what sweet things are you known for doing for your love? Do you still do them? Have hugs and kisses replaced notes and grand gestures? I’d love to hear!
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