Being apart sucks. It just does. We haven’t been apart for more than a few days total since we were married 2 1/2 years ago. In fact, a good chunk of our marriage has been spent together, 24/7.
I’m so, so thankful for that time. But it doesn’t make being apart in the present any easier. It’s probably made it harder in some ways. Our bond is tight. Our hearts are intertwined. He is my home.
A home in the calmest of waters and the roughest of seas. A home in the light of day and the darkness of night. A home when we have climbed to the mountain top and when we are traversing the valley trail. A home near and far. A home in a house with three bedrooms and no house at all.
Being apart sucks. But there has been a gift this season of separation has given, too. The gift of realizing how blessed I am to have a home. A home that transcends time and space. A home that is as near as my own heart. Him.