It’s funny… the silly things we worry about.
When Nate was injured at work and I found out that he’d be home for several weeks, I actually panicked a little. See, he and I have never had that much time to spend together. We’ve never worked the same schedule so that we could have every weekend, every morning, and every evening to spend together… for an entire month.
I figured that one of two things would happen.
#1. We’d find a way to add some alone time into our schedules, even if it meant barricading ourselves in empty rooms.
#2. We’d kill each other after the first week.
It’s not that I need a lot of alone time to function. It’s just that he and I have never had that much time to spend together. We’ve always craved the together time. Made the best of it whenever we had it. And now suddenly, my hubby was going to be the ‘housewife’ who was home all day and then who was there when I got back at the end of the day… And there when I woke up Saturday morning… And there all day Sunday.
Could we handle being together that much?
I honestly wasn’t sure.
And then, it happened. Like a blink of an eye, the weeks passed and suddenly yesterday morning was our last Sunday morning to sleep in together. To go to church together. To spend the day together.
Nate goes back to his usual work schedule on Friday. And I wanted to cry.
Because I realized that spending this much time with my husband has been the most amazing gift — miracle even — that God could have given us right now. It was a time I’ll always treasure.
Because we didn’t get sick of each other. Not once. Apparently, we’re still best friends… forever. And apparently, I could spend every day for a month with this guy and still feel that it wasn’t enough.
But here I am worrying about not having enough time to spend with him going forward. I know our schedules and not having the same days off from work will make things complicated, as they did in the past. But we’ll just be creative with the time we have, like we were in the past.
And that’s that. No need for worrying. After all, we’ll always figure it out… together.