Gone...

As much as I love my husband, and as much as I'll miss him for my birthday and such, I am breathing a sigh of relief that he got where he's going ok (and that I have the house to myself again). With the hectic flight schedules of our pilots, we, as wives and girlfriends of pilots, get used to our own routines when they are away. We miss them like crazy when they are gone, enjoy their presence when they are home, and as it gets closer to when they leave again, can't wait for them to go.

It definitely makes the heart grow fonder. Having A underfoot for so long during this latest job upheaval was making me want to hide the knives (which he finally found for me in our garage this weekend... we've been looking for them since March). As his stress level rises as the days get closer, I find I don't want to spend time with him, if only to prevent us from fighting all the time.

I also get to actually talk to him while he's gone. We are usually both so distracted when he's home with various projects, we don't get that much time to spend together, just talking. It reminds me of when we were first dating, and I was still in High School. I was living with my parents and had a curfew and everything. So we would IM eachother, back when Instant Messaging was still new, or call and talk on the phone for hours about nothing, when we couldn't type anymore. Now, I get to be nostalgic. The technology is different, but I'm looking forward to our time apart, as I feel it will bring us closer together.