Friday, August 28, 2009

Open Doors

If it's not the open door to the storage room or the closet, it' s the cabinets in the kitchen. My husband is home and I know exactly where he has been! In his process to find the books he needs from the multiple boxs that line the walls of our storage room to that jar of peanut butter from the kitchen, every door is opened and left that way. A few months ago, this would have infuriated me and I would have told my sweetie exactly what was pulsing through my head. Shut the door! The difference now is the reminder of how I felt about three years ago. Mark and I were miles apart trying to make a nine month long distance relationship not only work but develop into what we hope would be forever. Each and every time we had to leave each other nothing could consol me, for days on end. What I wouldn't have given for traces of him being near. Now, three years down the road, a few days from two years together and a one year old asleep in the other room, I see what a blessing open doors are. I don't have to wonder where he is and what he is doing. The evidence is right before my eyes and all I have to do is follow those precious traces to find the love of my life...and what he did with the peanut butter.


  1. Aww..what a sweet post. What a good thing for you to realize so soon. I know that me and Tony being seperated for 2 months has given me a lot of perspective! It has helped to make me realize what is really not a big deal, and I shouldn't make it into one! I love how you put it!

  2. I completely understand what its like being separated for long always helps us appreciate each other that much more when we are together again.