Going the Distance

Four months is a long time to be apart.  Things change.  People change.  So much can happen in four months.  Even though we talked every day, sometimes even two or three times a day, we were living separate lives.  I wasn’t overly worried about it, but it did bring me pause on a few occasions.  What if we changed too much while we were apart?  What if he arrived on Christmas Day a different man?  What if our relationship had shifted in opposite directions?  Maybe that’s why I was a bundle of nerves on the days before his arrival and on my way to pick him at the airport.  Yes, I was excited to see him, but I was also scared.  The unknown is always so intimidating.

Luckily, he didn’t change and neither did we.  Sometimes that can be a bad thing, but for now it’s good.  He’s still the man I’ve grown to love.  He still has that impish grin and goofy demeanor.  He still makes my stomach flutter when he walks in a room.  He still looks at me in that way which lets me know I’m the only one he wants.  More importantly, we’re still us.  We may still get in the same silly arguments, but we also still laugh at the same ludicrous things.  We still drive each other insane, but love each other even more.  Even though we were separated by thousands of miles and were apart for way too long, we managed to hold onto whatever it is that makes us, well, us.  And that, my friends, has been the best Christmas present of all.