Missing my other half
It's funny how much our lives become intertwined and ingrained with those of another person. My husband Josh and I have been married five and half years and, in that time, we really haven't spent a lot of time away from each other. Of course there have been weekend trips here and there, but they are always few and far between.
March marks a whole year since we've both been working for the paper, and working together has only made our relationship stronger. A lot of people think working with your spouse is a bad idea, and I guess it can be in some cases, but it's been great for Josh and me.
I think Josh and I make a pretty good team. We balance each other well, and our strengths and weaknesses complement each other. I am task-driven, and he is a dreamer. I am cynical, and he always thinks the best of everyone. He sees the glass as half full, and I wonder, "Why are we looking at a glass anyway? Drink it and get about your business!"
I guess that's why I felt so out of sorts last weekend when Josh went on a trip to Arizona. He left Thursday morning and didn't get back until Sunday afternoon. I won't lie --- I enjoyed the first night of watching whatever I wanted on TV, cooking what I wanted and not having someone steal the covers. But it wasn't very long before I realized how much I missed my husband, who is also my best friend.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I can tell you firsthand that's true. When Josh came through the door Sunday, I was so happy to see him. And, in the moment, all was right with the world.