Today, coming home felt different, again.
Nobody running to the door to welcome me with an “I am never letting go” hug. Nobody giving me any “I will drown you in sweetness” kisses. Nobody asking me questions about my day, with excitement at every detail. (And when I do not feel like sharing, I am sent to the bathroom to freshen up before my meal.)
I got back home today, and the rush of energy that comes from opening the door did not arrive. I just walked into an empty house with a full heart.
Then I got to my room, and her scent welcomed me. I smiled. She is still here after all. She might have travelled, but she is still here. I looked at her painting and she smiled at me. She is still here after all.
I am thankful for my wife, and the home we are building together.