Today I am sitting with Husband for the first time in 2 months. He has been in Arizona. I have been in Washington. Although we spoke daily on the phone or Skype, it appears we have experienced completely separate worlds.
In Washington: I lived with a family; this included an 18-month-old. Mornings included dodging half eaten food being spat from the child's mouth and a few "mishaps" resulting from confusion as to if anyone was in the bathroom… most of the time someone was in the bathroom… and they were somewhere between becoming naked and getting into/out of the shower.
In Arizona: Husband lived with our family = the pets. His mornings were early out of necessity to beat the heat while walking the dogs.
In Washington: I had everything I could need or want including internet, cable television, friends, work, etc.
In Arizona: Husband had to fashion a television antenna out of a 2x4 and some copper wire. Surprisingly it works very well.
In Washington: It was cold.
In Arizona: It was hot. So hot, in fact, that if you run the kitchen sink for > 30 seconds you will get HOT water… The pipes are above ground and run through the attic of the houses. So, it doesn't matter which knob you turn… hot water will come out.
In Washington: There are monster mosquitoes, squirrels, and an occasional moose.
In Arizona: There are javelinas, coyotes, rattlesnakes, and lizards.
In Washington: You cannot find good Mexican to save your life. LET ALONE good sushi, Indian, or Chinese.
In Arizona: All food is delicious all the time.
In Washington: Craft and Bunko nights were held.
In Arizona: Most nights consisted for homework.
Together in Arizona: So here we are, together at last. Finally allowed to sleep in on a Sunday morning… only to be woken up by the soft, repetitive sound of a convulsing Morning Dove making a celestial departure (Translation: it died. On our back patio… with eyes bugging out of its head and agonal breaths). And, I know a couple things: I love my husband. Formula 1 racing and waffles will always be a part of our weekend mornings. Sometimes I cry out of joy… but this time I didn't cry at all… I just can't stop smiling.
