Separation Anxiety

So here’s the deal, sometimes I flop like a fish in my sleep. Long ago, Mark discovered that if he puts his arm around me I will settle down and stop flopping. I usually don’t wake up when I begin to flop, but last night I was a bit restless and so when Mark snuggled his arm around me and tugged me in closer I was already half-awake. I laid there for awhile, in and out of sleep, listening to him breath. I love the way his breath sounds when he’s asleep… so relaxed.

I believe the cause for the lack of my own relaxation was in due part to the fact that we will be spending the next entire three days apart. (I’d say this would have caused a lack of relaxation in Mark as well, but nothing keeps that man from his sleep, haha!) We haven’t been apart that long since June of 2010 (Yes, I know it is ridiculous that I literally know the exact date we were last separated for any significant matter of time… I’m that crazy). Though we will survive, and we both have plenty of lovely things to keep us busy these next few days… I am on 24/3 nanny duty while my bosses gallivant gleefully in the Dominican Republic and he has a slew of retirement and graduation parties that I would have otherwise attended… our short separation was clearly on both of our minds last night as it was mentioned by us both on more than one occasion. It did not, however, interrupt our Thursday evening traditions – workouts, dinner, an episode of Highlander, good conversation on the couch, and our usual evening conclusions of hot chocolate and whatever novel we are currently reading together. (Swiss Family Robinson)

It seems that right when I decided to fall back asleep the joyful beep of the alarm goes off. Is it 3:30 a.m. already? Really? Well… crap. I go to turn off the alarm, but my handsome captain pauses me with hugs and kisses and we playfully argue over whether or not he is going to go start and load my car with all my stuff for me. His dire need for sleep allows me to easily win this one, and as he lays back down I turn off the alarm and, after more kisses and gushy love talk (which, by the way, I found absolutely eye-rolling before I met him) I slide off my side of the bed and in less than ten minutes am driving down I-170.

They say that absence only makes the heart grow fonder. :)