This rain, it hasn't stopped much. But here's a secret: I like the rain. I find it to be so very cleansing. Snow just seems to cover things up and leave them far worse for the wear, while rain actually washes the world outside my window clean. An astute observation, I know. Of course, if you live in Utah like me and must combine this rain with epic snow melting down from the mountain tops, things start to flood silly like and that is something of a problem. Double edged sword I suppose. Instead of "double" I initially typed "duel" and cocked my head in confusion until I figured out why that looked so wrong to me. Do you often get your common idioms confused? It happens to me more often than I would like to admit. Like once I typed about birds chirping when I really meant crickets. Whatever, you're picking up what I'm throwing down, right?
My Paul has been gone for 6 days. Working in California. I miss him when he's gone, and this is the longest I believe we've ever really been apart. August marks 5 years of marriage for us. 5 years full of extraordinary moments in the middle of the kinds of experiences that someday we will look back on and say "remember how hard that was?". This life we have together often feels like a work in progress I suppose, but we go on together, aware of what we don't have while trying to remember how lucky we are for what we do.
My trial period of single-parenthood has been made to be not-so-hard thanks to a Friday and Saturday trip down to see my dad (my mom was in Wyoming, again) to decorate the family plots and obligatory greasy lunch at the bowling alley, then steak and cake at Whitney's on Saturday night, then a 3+ hr nap with my boys on Sunday, and then back to Whitney's again today for tasty grilled hot dogs and homemade hot fudge sauce slathered over ice cream while the feral children all played together in the background, and the babies sealed their future betrothal with a kiss. Seriously, Violet went for it. Fatty responded by pulling her hair. Ah, the seeds of young love hath been sown.
I am ready for my husband to come home. I am ready for the sun to shine. I am ready for my legs to stop blinding passing motorists with their glaring whiteness. I am ready for bed.
Oh, and I got back on facebook.