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Do you remember The Flintstones?
I loved that show!
Every night, Fred would come home from work, walk through the door and yell at the top of his lungs "honey, I'm home!"
Well my Mr. came home last week. Hopefully, it is the end of his three week earthquake assistance work. The city of Christchurch needed him more than I did but I'm so glad I get him for a bit now!
I'm not convinced in the age old 'distance makes the heart grow fonder'. I did a long-distance relationship for over a year when I was younger and I found out the hard way that 'distance can makes the heart grow independant.' But that's another story.
It felt odd having my husband back. When I kissed him, I was sure it felt different (I even asked cheekily if if he had been practising while he was away)! And his hugs felt different too. It wasn't different bad, I just think I'd forgotten exactly how it felt to have the man I love hold me in his arms.
So I'm not sure on the whole 'distance makes the heart grow fonder' thing.
Have you reacted to the 'honey, I'm home ' with loving arms or have you wondered who the stranger is?
I know what you mean. I've had my husband gone for anywhere from a week to three weeks for various church events and trips. Even the short stints feel weird when he comes home 'cause I can so easily grow independent. It always takes me awhile to get back into the married swing of things.
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