My husband has been away, in France, for three weeks, but now he’s back home again. I’m so thankful that all went well. They were three long weeks for me, in the rainy weather. When you’ve been living so close together … 24/7 … for seven years, it gets very different when one part of the team is missing.
He wanted to make this trip … to visit with all his friends there in, and outside Bordeaux, also in Brittany … he used to work there a number of years ago. I didn’t really feel like going. Partly because of the language barrier but also because of the above: He was going to see his friends and talk about old memories. I didn’t know anyone. So I chose to stay at home with our cat McDuff.
In this day and age it’s so easy to keep in touch. He brought his laptop and could hook up almost everywhere he was. Pictures were uploaded to the web — he shot some awesome ones and this rose photo, from Brittany, is just an example.
He came back here yesterday afternoon, but arrived in Quebec the night before and spent one night with his son there. It’s a seven hour drive from there to here. So this is the first morning together after this trip and feel how all our ‘morning routines’ are coming back together.
It was a small but powerful reminder of how much we mean to each other, and never to take anything for granted.
Since it has been raining here, more or less constantly, during the three weeks he was away, I don’t think I’ve ever watched this much CNN. Cleaned the apartment too, organized my drawers and closets … stuff like that.
Now things are getting back to normal and I’m very, very happy and grateful.