For the past week Jonathan has been gone to Providence, RI to attend the ETS conference. Elissa and Josiah planned a trip to keep me company while he was gone. Initially, I thought ETS would only last until Thursday, but then Jonathan told me he would not be home until late Saturday afternoon. (they have a 23 hour bus trip back). Of course, he told me after Elissa had already bought her ticket to come up and boy, was I dreading Thursday to get here.
This morning I woke up with my arm around a box of cereal. Ever creak the house made woke me up last night. At 1:00 am, I laid in bed, hungry and wide awake. After gaining enough courage to escape the security of my cozy room and walk through a dark house, I grabbed a box of cereal and Diet Dr. Pepper. I then proceeded to retreat back to fort (aka my bed) and turn on the TV. I thought for sure Bernie Mac would put me to sleep, but he didn't.
Originally, I thought the only perk of Jonathan not being here was that I was able to watch movies in bed. But I discovered another one: eating in bed. He hates it when I do that. When I was pregnant with Elizabeth I HAD to have a couple of crackers before I got up in the morning. So, there on the night stand, laid my delicious Zesta crackers that I thorough enjoyed as it eased my nauseous stomach. Apparently, I'm a messy eater (but who isn't with crackers? plus I was probably about to pee myself, so I HAD to eat them fast) and I got cracker crumbs all in our sheets. Jonathan would come home after a long day of work, only to hop in to sheets that felt like it had grains of salt in them (truly, it may have been salt. I HAD to brush the salt of the top of the crackers. Do you know was salt does? It swells you up, and that is one thing a pregnant lady does not need--more swelling!). I knew he didn't like it, but he knew the necessity of the whole ordeal.
I miss him. Those two perks aren't enjoyable enough to make me look forward to him leaving. I can't wait until tomorrow night when I can wrap him up in a big hug. I know some people like having there alone time, but I think I'm just too needy. I love it when he is here and I hate it when he is gone. But regardless of where he is, I still feel the closeness of our unity. His absence reminds me of one of my favorite John Donne's poem, "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning"