My husband left for a trip today. I am too sick to join him, and sad that I can't go on an adventure with him. The doggies are very sad too. They so love to travel with us, even if they end up staying in the camper all day, they just love to be with their pack.
Every September we take a trip together, celebrating our anniversary - the 23rd of this month - with new adventures, looking back on the previous year, and hardly being able to fathom that we continue to love each other more and more. We still have so much fun together, like two little kids exploring the world, and each other, finding new things around every bend, seeing everything with new eyes. I know his trip won't be as magical because I'm not there to share it with him.
He'll be competing at Mammoth, CA in a national downhill race that he's been working all season to compete in. I'm so proud of him. I also know that my not going was the best decision for me, and he totally understood that.
Silence fills the house, the dogs go lay down in the sun, realizing they're not going with dad. Everything seems to settle, and adjust to his energy not being here. When he's here, he seems to fill the house, with sound, love and of course, whining. It's all part of who he is.
I wonder what the house feels like without me, when I leave him behind. I don't whine as much, but my energy sure is strong, emotional, and at times, very very needy.
I guess I'll have my own adventure here, getting over the flu, reflecting on this past weekend, and putting the next issue together.
