...before I had my wife?
My wife is off at her parents' house tonight, helping her dad get started on his home business. (Apparently the entrepreneurial spirit is hereditary). It follows, then, that she's not here.
Nothing like her absence to make our cozy little apartment feel cavernously empty and deafeningly quiet. I don't hear the hum of the sewing machine, and if I wander into her craft room, she's not there. I didn't get a hug when I came home today, and the cat is wandering around looking kind of melancholy.
As they say, "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
I'm glad she'll be back tomorrow.
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