|Here GrandDave enjoys a special treat with Granddaught Lydia.|
And Now We Return You to Your Irregular Programing
This morning I got up at five as usual. I took my shower, cooked breakfast for my daughter, fixed my lunch and took the dog upstairs with some dog treats so he could go back to bed with Dave, as usual. I tiptoed out and went to school as usual. Except that it wasn’t usual. As I backed out of the driveway of our Gig Harbor, Washington home I knew that when I returned after school Dave would not be home as usual. He would be on his way back to Arizona and I cannot expect to see him for five months. I could not bear to wake him for I would have been lost. Saying goodbye was not an option much less taking him to the airport. No, my daughter-in-law did that for me. Both Dave and I thought that best.
Our “commuter marriage” went on hiatus for a month when my husband Dave hurt himself hiking and had to come home for surgery and recuperation. It was stressful to have him injured, but it has been lovely to have him home and have life feel more normal even if he’s been limping around with a leg brace and sore shoulder. Prior to his injury he already had planned a return home for a ten day period so it was not totally unplanned, just sooner and longer than expected. Now there is no expectation of his return for five months. The good news is that by that time we will be more than halfway through this fifteen month venture and nearly halfway to his permanent return when hopefully we can begin to pursue our American Dream of retirement which was put on hold by the economy.
Our two months apart this summer made us appreciate each other more. Although I had never grown tired of having him around after he retired, after twenty-two years of marriage we took each other for granted to a certain extent as many married folks do. Now our time together is too precious to let petty annoyances blossom or to not think to pay a compliment or feel gratitude for the qualities we first fell in love with. His month at home demonstrated how we never tire of being together, never run out of conversation; never feel anything but blessed for each and every minute. Dave’s accident on Granite Mt., which could have been so much worse as articulated by one of his brothers at their mother’s 90th birthday party recently when he said, “We could have been gathered together for a far different occasion,” Phil said earnestly certainly made us treasure our health and time together.
Parting this time was certainly no easier than it was in June. Actually the contrary is true. In June Dave knew he could return for his mother's birthday. This time there is no expectation that he will return before mine. I am hoping for a pleasant surprise.