I just did the math, and discovered that during the past 37 days, Georges and I have actually been together in the same room for only ELEVEN of them.
That just makes me want to cry.
Between my 16 days in New Jersey at the beginning of September, and then Georges being in Vietnam since September 27 through this Wednesday morning, this is the absolute longest amount of time we have been apart since we met... three years ago this coming Saturday, October 9th.
The only thing that has helped us during these unavoidable separations has been the technology that allows us not only to talk, but to SEE each other. We have never been big phone talkers, we're more visual people... even in the early days of our relationship, we preferred the written word to a voice on the phone whenever we couldn't be together in person.
So even if we have to keep our little Skype or FaceTime conversations short, just being able to look into each others' eyes, to see the love and joy reflected there... it makes all the difference in the world, and gets us through the long days apart. How could I NOT want to see this look on his face, the look I get to see every single day:
That's MY guy. All mine. :)
But so help me, we'd better not have any more of these separate trips for at least the next six months. The whole time he's gone (or I'm gone), no matter what I am actually doing or how busy I might be, I just feel like part of me is on hold, in suspended animation. It makes that expression, "Waiting to Exhale", very real... that's exactly what it feels like.
And I don't really breathe again until I'm back in his arms.
Can't wait to see you, mon coeur. I am waiting. Fly safe and come home to me soon.
