The Merry Widow

That’s me. I’ve been a not-so-merry widow since last Sunday. Chris left early Sunday morning for a conference in Germany, arrived home Thursday night, only to leave again Friday afternoon and won’t be back until tonight.

I think I am an independent woman. Not in a super feminist kind of way, just in a self-sufficient yet biblically submissive kind of way. However, whatever image I’ve had of myself has been somewhat altered by Chris’ absence.

I’ve learned that I am scardie cat. At night, I grab my little glass of water, my computer, and head upstairs for my bedtime rituals. Chris, on the other hand, checks all doors, turns off lights, and locks the front door before he heads upstairs. These are things I do not think of … they are just not on my radar.

I’ve learned I am somewhat pampered. I enjoy cooking. I cook, make a mess, clean it up, but then never, NEVER take the trash to our Mullraum (that’s our little room in the other building adjacent to ours that it takes a key to get into, you have to separate your trash, and it stinks.) Chris always does this.

Finally, I’ve learned I don’t sleep well when Chris is not in the house. When he is here I sleep like a baby, most nights. I don’t worry that a bad guy might come in and pillage our flat. I don’t worry if that little sound was something catching on fire. I just sleep.

All the above to say, I LOVE MY CHRIS! I love that he makes me feel secure, take the trash out, and if a bad guy did come in … he could take him! He’s my hero! Honey, come home!!!