I'm A Sap

In my old age, I’ve become a real sap. People who knew me during my first marriage would be very surprised at how openly I express my undying love and adoration for my second hubby. Honestly, I’m shocked I feel this way! People warned me, “Oh…just wait. After a year, you’ll be bored to tears and wish you’d stay single.” Well, we’ve been married for a year-and-a-half, and I can honestly say I love him more each day. I’m a love-sick sap…and proud of it!

Dear husband is going away the first week of March. He’s helping his sister move out of state. We spend so much time together, I can’t imagine what the week is going to be like without him. I’ll have to make a conscious effort to make sure I don’t sit around and mope during my down time.

Most wives would probably think, “Wooohooo! Time to go out and play!” I can’t help but think about missing Monday Chinese food excursions, Tuesday night trysts, and after-work chats. I’ll even miss it when he complains about my cold hands and feet.

It just hit me the other day -- when you care about someone and enjoy their company, you actually miss them when they’re gone. And when they come home, you’re happy to see them (GASP!). OK, maybe I’m a little more over-the-top about missing my husband than some other wives would be, but that’s largely because I am SO grateful to have found such an awesome spouse this time around. 

Yeah, I am a card-carrying sap. But maybe I’ll take this opportunity to try out a fruity new cocktail or rent a chick flick or two.