Pity Party and Tender Mercy

Pity Party:  So, tonight is the 1st night since our wedding that Dave and I will spend apart from each other.  Not by choice.  Dave's grandmother passed away yesterday morning.  He is, as I type, driving up to Pennsylvania with his sister, Carrie, and their Mom to be with family and attend Grandma's funeral.  I don't have vacation days and we are moving this Saturday, so I stayed here in PTC.  I kind of regret that now.

I know couples have to be apart from each other all the time for various reasons and for various lengths of time.  Why, then, do I sit here and cry, missing my handsome husband terribly...  I wish he were here to hold me while I fell asleep, whispering in my ear that everything is giong to be ok and that the move will go well and that he loves me tons and tons.  I know all of this to be true; it's just more fun to hear him tell me in person.

I guess it's a really good sign that I miss him.  I'm in love!  Sunday afternoon can't come soon enough, though...

Tender Mercy:  I came home today to an empty house after a long, hard day of work and quasi-successful attempts to control my emotions.  Before I walked in, I saw a note that Dave had left on the window of the back door.  Instantly, I felt loved as I smiled, thinking of my amazing husband.  I hadn't gotten too far into the house when I saw this on the floor:

It made me cry!  A good cry, of course :o)  I'm so grateful to be married to a man who loves me and isn't afraid to let me know, even if it means leaving a bunch of cutsie sticky notes all over for me to find.  I am so blessed!